So I just moved into an apartment with my friends today.
It wasn’t something I necessarily wanted to do and was excited to do, but it was something I felt I needed to do.
But now that my parents left and I’ve been able to relax…I’m panicking.
Why did I do this? Why did I think it’d be a good idea?
I’ve never been good at staying away from home. Even at sleepovers, I was the kid that went home in the middle of the night because she was home sick. That was me.
That same heart-clenching, stomach turning panic has set in and I find myself thinking how I desperately want my mommy.
I want to be back home. In my own bed. With my family all around me. With my precious cats and dog.
I want to go home.
Usually when I’d get like this I’d say “It’s okay! You’ll be home in the morning.” I can’t comfort myself like that right now.
Like I want to go home. I want to go home right now. Right right now.