It has hit me before, the question of whether or not moving here was the right choice...
Usually it's hitting me when something has happened to make me lose my footing.
Or when I realize my friends are not here, not close.
Their lives are moving on the same as mine, but they have eachother.
I have them in my heart, but that can't be touched.
Time races here, all of a sudden 6 months has passed, the same amount of time I spent at Hilton.
But it feels like so much less...
Will I make it in my business? I still fear that I might not, what if I have no idea what I'm doing?
How much time am I supposed to give this idea, chance, journey?
Will everyone still be there when I return?
If there's a will, does that mean there's always a way?
The loneliness is palpable...
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