So, it's about the time that I have to start thinking about moving. To think about getting everything all boxed up, pack away the memories, and ship them off to a closet 300 miles away. It is hard to suddenly think about because I want so much to leave, yet, I don't. So many things have happened here, over the years and even recently and I just want to string along happiness wherever I find it. I want those around me to be happy. And I really don't want to hurt anyone. I keep saying that, but I seem to have almost given up on it. I have to finally face reality and know that I will hurt people. By making the decisions I have in my own life, I had to choose between a lot of things. One of my biggest fears, aside from airports, is of being forgotten. I really don't want to be forgotten. I know that the world keeps on going. We get so busy with so many things that we can't even begin to focus on everything and everyone , but I don't want to be one of the ones that people think, "Oh, it's been forever since anyone has seen her, she must have fallen off the face of the earth."
Nope. I definitely don't want that.
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