I’m home. I feel as though I’m truly home. The air smells heavenly, my car and my babies are here, most importantly, I’m back in my safe cocoon’s arms.
So why do I feel lost, again? Seems as though I’d be lost no matter where I am. Am I doomed to be like this? Or am I trying to hard to settle down too quickly?
My life’s a mess. I’m an emotional mess, I’m in financial mess and physically, I’m horrified.
There better be a light at the end of this deep dark tunnel.
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