all she wants is a home away from home
I read my first post on this blog a few weeks ago, it was about going to Chile. Funny how I was thinking of going there and so many things happened a long the way. I think it is ironic, that after so much hesitation, that I went there and fell in love with that country and now I am just waiting for the chance to go back.
What is stopping me really? I think it is a thing called growing up. I do not want to be dependent on my parents as I used to be. Even though I had already lived far from home for a year, I still needed their support. It was hard not having family near by and it is still hard here as well. There are days that I cannot believe how solitary I am, how I even manage to do half of the things I do on my own. Sometimes I wonder at my own strength, because what else can I call this? Stubbornness? Laziness?
I am always looking for something and I never find it, so I keep going. I get discouraged every week, then something happens, and there I am again, facing my demons and coming back really defeated. today I looked for help and advice and got a kick in the face. I can't really explain why I left, partly because I was encouraged to leave and mostly because I wanted to run. Which is something I do very well.
I am such a mixture of optimism and negativity, that I am not sure how I do it. I used to have rose-colored glasses and was sure I was going to be amazing enough to change the world. I have 21 years on my back and I am already so tired. You have no idea how tired. I guess a lot of people are, if you think about it, I do not know how it does not show on my face.
So here I am, once again, seeking, do you hear me? Because I really am no Job, if I were, I would have waited with more patience. Yet, I know, your love is better than life. I just need to feel it seep through my bones, and ignite them.
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