I don’t forget about the tires of my car pulling into the driveway of my parents house. And I can’t get away from the guilt that ties itself to my leaving that place. Someone should have told me just how much I was giving up, someone should have told me just how much I would have to adapt and let go of; and I’m still scratching at my skin wondering when I will finally feel home in it- and where.
The lights are too bright here- everything seemingly too much and I cannot keep up.