12/14/2012
Time has become like sand
slipping through my thin fingers
I swear it was just monday
tomorrow I am leaving my haven of independent living and returning home
I wish that I could rent out my own place for 5 weeks and not have my mother hovering around me constantly
but life has it’s causes for every adaptation.
the wintry air feels so nice, I like the little hints of christmas here, instead of the absolute barrage you get in suburbia
it’s going to be hot and smoggy and everything will be so disconnected
i think we all feel the disconnect, the general level of apathy within my family,
obviously, there are people that care
we are watching each other struggle silently
why?
when I came home for thanksgiving my uncle gave me this really long tight hug that seemed full of regret,
like,’ I wish I was there for you when you were drowning, but I’m glad you’re back’
phoebe