It’s been about 8+ months since I graduated from school and been home. I honestly have never felt so disconnected from everything at this place I call home.
Funny right? So distracted by friends, parties, social media, and everything else that falls in between. I could never understand why people hate or are even scared of alone time. Because I LOVE IT. I’m pretty sure that’s why I’m so excited for my solo trip to London. Time away in a place I used to call home about a year and a half ago.
Ironic how a foreign place is so familiar. Meanwhile my familiar home is so foreign.
I feel disconnected from everyday people I interact with. I used to think there was something wrong with me, until I realized it was okay.
At the point in life where I’m realizing, it’s okay. Everything will be okay. I need to find and appreciate the significance in my difference.
Even if I prefer to do so over 1,000 miles away from “home”.
Why do we put limits on home?