I don't know anymore.
I lived in Millington for, like, I don't know 14 years or something close to that. So, Millington's home then, right? Wrong. This is my first time back since I left, and yeah, it's only been two months, but there's something so...off about being here. Something feels weird. I don't feel like I'm at "home." On that same note though, Knoxville isn't my home either. When I'm there, sure, I'm content, I can do what I want, I see people I care about, etc. But, it's just not home. Or maybe I'm just like everyone else and will be consistently unsatisfied and always want something more for my whole life. Why is that, anyway? Why can I not just be happy, why can't anyone just be happy? Why is it human nature to always crave what we don't have and dispose of what we once wanted. Kind of a disgusting thought, but it happens. All the time.
So, this home issue that's reeling in my head is spawning other thoughts.
Where is my home going to be when I'm "grown up."
When will I become a "grown up?"
Do you grow up once you've graduated high school? College?
Once you have a "real" job? What is a real job?
What's going to happen in my life, I want to know.
I really dream of having this ideal, stable life with a nice house and a nice car.
Will that happen? Lord, who knows? I don't know.
I think for now I will continue to live the life of an unstable, unsure, college student.
I'm making huge mistakes everyday, but that's alright.
We all just need to keep telling ourselves that every thing's gonna be alright. Every little thing, it's gonna be alright.
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Goodnight, it's time to sleep in my own bed again.
Oh, amazing.

