Feb 03, 2009 16:34
So Im sitting in whats no longer my house, and its funny cause all of a sudden I feel more at home here with my family then I ever have in all the 20 years I've been with them. It was a change that happened over night, literally, the night I got away my mom called and I was thrilled to pick up. Its been like that ever since, the air is not longer thick with..for lack of better words I guess angst. Im glad to sit in the living room with everyone even when Haley throws a fit.
Separation has always been equated with the negative however it has been my experience that separation has been the catalyst for most of the good changes in my life. Even if it is not a physical separation there is still that -feeling-, I imagine its very much like falling through the ice and finding that one air pocket that gives you reason to fight and survive.
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Editors Note: I think I have made up my mind. My life's work will be teaching children art and eventually opening a foster house. Creativity is dead and currently being buried in the backyard, generations are becoming these cold colorless assholes, with no one to talk to but their cold colorless parents or 'friends'. So, school will consist of art, child care and the hope of phoenix downs in the name of Creative Expression.