I wasn't sure what to write about today. In fact I'm still not really sure. But honestly, the new Blogger outlook has completely thrown me so I guess it's a good thing I didn't arrive here prepared - I'm sure I would have lost all thoughts at the sight of this confusing layout.
Right now I am at my parents' house. The house I grew up in. The house I called home. I have come to pack up my stuff. I am spending the majority of my time here putting things in boxes and trying to avoid the dust that's been disturbed and therefore wants to find a new home in my eyes and nose and throat. It's strange being here; knowing that this is probably one of the last times I will be living here, if not the last. This place will probably always be a home for me, it's where I've spent the majority of my life and, as long as my parents are here I know I can always come back. But it no longer feels like my home. I have changed a lot since I left to go to university. I found a whole new me to design my life around. I found love. And I found the place that, for now, I will be calling home.
No comments:
Post a Comment