I have been home for over a month and all the appropriate feelings have passed over and through me. The initial swells of gratitude for creature comforts, loved ones and an adventures behind me. Then the pitfalls of reality with an empty bank account, and being 25 at my folks place. I had to climb my way back to the good place. Pushing the thoughts of what other people think off the hill… Then I got a job and I had a minor emotional crisis, seeing all the possibilities of summer flicker out. Now I love my job, and I love living with my parents and for the first time since I was in 8th grade I’ve got nowhere I would rather be.
I have spent a lot of my time running from normality. From the regular job, home filled with things, from whatever composes american ideals. I have ran, rejected, and scrambled my way from place to place. Living in vans, cars, tents and sailboats. I have recently realized that I can be weird right where I am. I don’t have to move around anymore. The emotional equivalent of sinking into a love sac is what that acceptance has brought me. I can be weird.right.here.