Category: growing pains
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the sound of silence
I didn’t want to write because I didn’t want to face what I was going through. So, instead of writing, instead of facing, since I couldn’t even begin to deal with the things that keep me up at night, I decided to stop. Stop writing, stop facing.
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“do you miss home?”
I left my room twenty minutes ago, keys in hand, with the intention of going to the bar. My favorite place in town hosts trivia on Thursdays. I turned down the correct street but as tears filled my eyes, I decided to keep driving – driving with nowhere in mind and no urge to stop.
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familiarity fluctuates
When I got here, I thought I would miss the constant chaos I used to live in. The temperature has risen since I got here, but what changed the most is how I respond to heat. It all depends on what you’re used to, what you are familiar with.
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she looks different now
I’ve been grieving a part of myself that I haven’t seen in a while – not for a reason that makes much sense. There are times that I miss the wild, spontaneous girl I was. The girl who was full of crazy stories, the girl who didn’t have a care in the world.
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quiescence
The price you pay for distance and growth is familiarity. In the absence of familiarity, we are forced to do things we are not used to. It is not an easy task, but I suppose it’s one that is worth the cost.
love always, kristin 