You’d think that after doing this for a while, it’ll be easier. That it’s easy to leave your friends to go home, or to leave home and go back to living with your friends. That it’s easier to let go of some things in exchange for more opportunities after knowing what it feels like to be out there. That your excitement will overpower whatever you have to give up, be it comfort, food, or relationships. That because you know you’ll be leaving in a month, or three, or six, you’ll feel less attached to your temporary stay.
This dawn, I learned it’s not.
Blueaholic is listening to: Ed Sheeran – Take It Back
(And you could say that I’m driven / And now it’s onto the next saga / I do my own thing now / And get respect after)