Moved from a shitty city that grew to feel like ‘home’ after only 5 months of living there.. to a new house in a city that felt like home the last 22 years of my life. It doesnt feel like home anymore and it feels like im in a whole new place.
I cried my first night, but I refuse to cry my second night. I need to be grateful i have the opportunity to move back here and to be welcomed by women I grew up with and struggled with, to be given the job back that I was stealing from almost 3 years ago, to be able to be the daughter my parents raised me to be.
This is new beginnings.