The thought of never going home truly scares me. “I’m not ready. I’ll never make it. I’m needed there, just one more year, give me just one more year.” Get a grip. Why is it so hard to please myself? And I knew it would be like this, I knew I would let myself get sucked into that frame of mind and allow myself to “look back”. I am at another crossroad where it is tempting to just close my eyes and start walking.
Within a much anticipated letter containing a less favorable way of life, I found my forgotten intentions. In an attempt to disregard emotions, I rediscovered my buried treasure.