i forgot what it’s like to be at home.
i’m not used to waiting in line for the shower, or the washing machine, or having to watch my language or topics up for discussion.
it’s a funny feeling, being back.
even funnier that john isn’t here with me.
i feel like i’m fifteen again, filled with so many emotions… such angst (ha.)
… and trying so terribly hard to figure out where i belong…
i feel like i woke up from the weirdest dream where i had moved a thousand miles away, fell in love, married the guy i never thought i would meet, and virtually grew up overnight.
as i got ready for church this morning, i struggled with the blurry afterthoughts of waking up and trying to figure out what’s real and what isn’t…
and then i realized.
i did move. i did fall in love and get married. i don’t have to wait for showers… or dinner… or the phone to be free.
but i am just as far from growing up as i have ever been.