So. Here I am. Never thought I'd be living at home again. But, I know it's just for a few months. It's going to be really nice to save a little money. And my parents are pretty awesome ("No, relax! I'll clear the table..." "I stocked the fridge with Diet Coke for you..." "Need me to do any laundry for you?") And my dad has a really sweet tv that I'm excited to watch football on. The only problem is my mom's four cats, to which I am horribly allergic. So I feel all itcy and stuffed up all the time. The only safe place is my bedroom. But besides this, being home is okay.
The problem is that I am homesick. I guess I should've foreseen this. On the way to my first day of work yesterday, I just kept wondering if I made a horrible mistake in moving back. But I don't think so. I think everything's gone exactly the way it was supposed to. Things just fell into place with moving to Phoenix, and I made so many amazing friends and acquired a new hobby and changed and grew so much. Clearly, that was meant to be. Then everything went so smoothly with my return to Chicago- I got a job easily, money appeared out of nowhere to cover moving costs, and I found out my principal was my assistant principal in high school- we know all the same people. It's like it was all meant to be. And the raise I'm getting here will allow me to travel and pursue my new passion for canyoneering. So I know it's all for the best, but that doesn't stop me from missing my friends and wishing I was back in Phoenix. I just need to focus on all the good things I have ahead of me here.
The problem is that I am homesick. I guess I should've foreseen this. On the way to my first day of work yesterday, I just kept wondering if I made a horrible mistake in moving back. But I don't think so. I think everything's gone exactly the way it was supposed to. Things just fell into place with moving to Phoenix, and I made so many amazing friends and acquired a new hobby and changed and grew so much. Clearly, that was meant to be. Then everything went so smoothly with my return to Chicago- I got a job easily, money appeared out of nowhere to cover moving costs, and I found out my principal was my assistant principal in high school- we know all the same people. It's like it was all meant to be. And the raise I'm getting here will allow me to travel and pursue my new passion for canyoneering. So I know it's all for the best, but that doesn't stop me from missing my friends and wishing I was back in Phoenix. I just need to focus on all the good things I have ahead of me here.
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