I thought this would be like last time; when I was twenty and wanted out. I was unsure of myself, but knew it wasn’t who I portrayed. I left and I never gave that place a second thought.
Again, I felt that familiar itch that told me it was time to move on, that I need a new challenge. But there was something I didn’t expect.
It hurt.
After a nomadic childhood, I had created the first home to feel homesick for. Through experience and a chosen family, I had deconstructed my former self and gained the confidence embrace the person I am.
Instinctively, I want to retreat to my supports and not lose hold of that person. But new experiences and a new family are waiting to further mold who I am to become.
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