I feel like the title of this post should be followed by a "dun dun dun," you know the way they do it in the movies.
I mean it's not like home is bad, actually after 3 months in a third world country home is good. But, after living on your own for two years and having the kind of independence and freedom one only finds from being away from home...going back seems kind of like the end of the world.
Failure? I don't think so, at least I hope not. I like to think of it as a strategy to get ahead in the game.
One of the things I was looking forward to most when I came home was no bugs in my bed. Well low and behold on night number one what should I find crawling up my arm? A centipede. That is definitely worse than the aunts that set up camp in my sheets in Belize.
Also, having your own room is overrated. I miss falling asleep and waking up with friends surrounding me. My room feels all empty and lonely.
Someone told me I should focus on my music while I have the time. It sounds great, the problem is I always have such great intentions that turn in to what might have beens, maybe this time will be different...
