I have to worst case of homesickness ever. And it's not like I'm not happy to be here, to be given the chance to get a better education. But when I think about home, my mom, my sister, my dad, my friends... my animals! I can't help but get depressed. But the depression comes from when I think about my mom. My sister will be graduating high school this year. My mom's last baby is on her way to eventually moving out. And I know she'll have Steve and Colin, so it's not like she'll have an empty nest. But I can't help but think how depressing it must feel to see your children leaving home.
Maybe I'm over thinking this. Maybe that type of thinking just stems off of my fear of finally growing up. I remember thinking about how nice it would be to finally be older and living my own life. But now I can't help but want to stay a kid forever. To never leave that safety that has become my home. I always want my mom to be down the hall.
I'm not ready. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready.
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