they say home is where the heart is - but what if mine's split between two?
i'm trying to look happy and grateful to be back at the family's house.
i'm trying to conceal the fact that i want to be somewhere else 90% of the time.
and i'm trying not to make this into another boo-hoo entry.
but it all seems to be going there, doesn't it ?
maybe it's the Bon Iver.
7 weeks away from a different life. one full of independence and growth. one full of choices.
but when i look back at all the strength i've gained from the wonderful people i surround myself with, i know i can trudge through it.
counting down...






