During the past few weeks, I've been having moments of just pure sadness. Of what? Home. Mostly the idea of family. As you may have guessed, I have always wanted to get away from my area and essentially my parents. However, why have I always been so keen on running away from them? I use the term "running away" because that's what we all do when we decide to move or try something new. We are essentially running away from the old or from nothing to something possibly glorious and exciting.
We are constantly desiring new things; we need to be constantly entertained. Although we desire these things, we don't actually need them. That is what I discovered. I discovered, despite me wanting to move away and experiencing new things, that those things are not what I truly needed. Yes, I did not get the same freedom at home as I did here, but what I did get from home was my family.
I've mentioned in a previous post how we can determine where our home is. But I didn't talk about family. I realized after leaving for Spring term that I really missed my family. The thing about family is that you're basically stuck with them.
My dad came up last weekend. He came up to run the Eugene Marathon. It was wonderful to see him. We talked a lot over dinner and lunch, but I really wish I had been able to seem him a bit more often than I did. I was also super busy. When he drove away, I did not feel too bad. I went back to my room, changed for work, and walked to work. But it just got me like a punch in the back and I just cried on my way to work. After all, I'm not planning to come back him and I will only get to see him in September.
Cheers,
Claire
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