Anxiety Attack on my Last Days in Chicago
I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. It's exciting to make this awesome journey back home. It's also pretty scary. I can't help but wonder if going here has been worth it. Sure I saved a bit of money, and I kind of have a fall-back plan. I got to experience winter. Perhaps most importantly, I got to attend my mom's wedding. Was it worth it?
Nothing much has changed between me and my mom since arriving here. Now I see that no amount of talk can really change her, or my views on her. Tito Gene has surprisingly been a good middle ground, sometimes even a mediator between me and Mom. I admire his patience dealing with her.
And when I come back, will I find everything changed? Will people perceive me as having changed?
Questions, questions. I always hate these last days, wherever you are. It's like waiting for the end of the world.
You are in a sort of limbo.
Nothing much has changed between me and my mom since arriving here. Now I see that no amount of talk can really change her, or my views on her. Tito Gene has surprisingly been a good middle ground, sometimes even a mediator between me and Mom. I admire his patience dealing with her.
And when I come back, will I find everything changed? Will people perceive me as having changed?
Questions, questions. I always hate these last days, wherever you are. It's like waiting for the end of the world.
You are in a sort of limbo.