i'm leaving my family home today, going back to the town where i work, the town that's about 1200 km away from my family and my boyfriend. i hate goodbyes. Even short ones. I hate leaving.
I love travelling but i hate the travelling part. I love arriving, and the touring and the meeting new people and eating good food. But i hate the airports, the airplanes, the food there!
let me not get off the subject. i need to cut my umbilical cord. the one that has me strongly attached to my parents and siblings. i love them but i think its time i live for me, that i make my own family.
why am i sharing this?
does anyone out there feel the same?
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