Last night I cooked dinner. I cooked a meal that I grew up having and one that was a family favorite. As I was peeling potatoes, tears began to swell in my eyes as a sense of nostalgia crashed over me and made me miss home and my family more than you can imagine.
Growing up.
Two words I always wanted. Something I yearned for and looked forward to as a kid.
"The grass is always greener. If only I could drive. If only I could stay out past 11:00. If only I could work. If only I could move out on my own and test these wings and find "my place" in this gigantic world. If only mom and dad would understand me and let me do what I want"
So now I'm here. Grown up. On my own. I have a car, an apartment, a career, a fiance' etc. I'm happy and I know that the best is yet to come but there is a part of me that is heartbroken at the fact that the comfort and protection of home is so far behind me. It's a somewhat scary and exposing feeling.
They always told me, "don't wish these years away because soon they will be gone and you'll wish for them back".
Growing up.
Two words I always wanted. Something I yearned for and looked forward to as a kid.
"The grass is always greener. If only I could drive. If only I could stay out past 11:00. If only I could work. If only I could move out on my own and test these wings and find "my place" in this gigantic world. If only mom and dad would understand me and let me do what I want"
So now I'm here. Grown up. On my own. I have a car, an apartment, a career, a fiance' etc. I'm happy and I know that the best is yet to come but there is a part of me that is heartbroken at the fact that the comfort and protection of home is so far behind me. It's a somewhat scary and exposing feeling.
They always told me, "don't wish these years away because soon they will be gone and you'll wish for them back".
I didn't believe them.
I believe them now.
I believe them now.
