It's the little things that make me happy. Like posing with inanimate objects, cooking with my friend, doing the broken robot, and watching waves crash along the shore.
And it's the little things that distract me from the bigger things that make me sad. My sister told me about my parents' financial situation and I felt like I was disconnected from their life because I was out of the loop. I felt like I wasn't a good daughter because I'm not there for them. My dad puts so much pressure on me to find a job in OC so I can live close to him, but I'd forgo better job opportunities in NY...and I'd be so bored in OC (I'd consider SF because it's closer to home and it has the city vibe but I'm not sure about pr jobs there). My two sisters keep my dad company but I can't help but feel like I'm abandoning them and I'm being selfish.
I'm afraid that once I go back home in December, it would be hard to leave. I don't have to go back to school in NY so I don't have the same urgency to leave as last time.
No comments:
Post a Comment