this life
hi hi hi, Sometimes this life is just all too much. Now, don't worry about me, this isn't my last ever post, not even close. But sometimes I just cant help but to be outrageously frustrated at this life that I lead. I love all the amazing unique experiences that I get to have each week and weekend, although all I am doing is living out of a bag. I go to school, thursday / friday comes, i pack two or so outfits into my green duffle bag, then I drive off to my next destination. I end up staying for the weekend, then I pack it all back up into my bag and arrive before monday does. I don't hate it as much as you would think, the bag part isn't terrible, its the fact im never with the people that I love. Im always packing into this bag and shipping myself off to the place that I would much rather be, which is between 1 and 3 hours away. I drive there alone, I drive back alone. I come back to the place I came and no one is there that I love either, just an empty bed and a promise to be home later, always much later than would be helpful. I eat most of my meals alone, I walk to class alone, I relax alone, I watch movies alone, etc. I just want to love my loves in peace. Come home to them every day, drive 15 minutes to see them, invite them to game nights, sleep in the same bed every night. And the worst part is this era seems to have no end. As a college student, life is consistently and constantly up in the air, so I don't even have an end goal, not even a date to look forward to. It's been about 3 years of this consistent toying between places, how much longer can it go? I just really hope I can love in peace any time soon.