Is it bad that it's only my first day back home, and I'm already ready to leave?
I don't know if it's the heat (my house is not air conditioned), the fact that my bedroom has become an exercise/storage room, or just my general resistance to living at home. When I walked in my house this morning, I took one look around and knew that I needed to get on my feet and out on my own as soon as possible, or else I'd be destined for a mediocre exsistence, languishing away in my mother's house for some indeterminate amount of time.
I feel bad for feeling like this. I should be happy to be here, this is the first time I've been home in over a year. I am happy to see my family, and I'm really looking forward to going to church tomorrow and seeing my friends. But even though this is home, it no longer feels like it. I feel like I don't belong here anymore, like I'm just a visitor passing through. My life and everything that's important to me right now resides in Missouri. NJ has become a sort of life sized memory box; a place where my past lives.
I'm going to spend the next few days planning and praying about the immediate future. I normally procrastinate on things like that, but my unhappiness and frustration are really spurring me on to make some serious changes in how I approach my life.
Birthday Countdown: 19 days
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