I must say, when I first moved back home it was rough. I was broken, bruised and doing something I never thought I'd do; move back home. I returned to the comfort I had worked so hard to live without.
I was really down during my first weeks here. Trying to be happy with the change and embrace it in a positive way. But still, I would cry all the time. Terribly unhappy. Then I began to just take it for what it was. Sure, it felt like a step back in life. I moved back home, got a job at Starbucks. The only thing I had to show (not that I don't love working at Starbucks) was my internship. So I accepted it. Made it my life and enjoyed it as much as I could. I was reunited with so much love from people who genuinely care about me.
It revived me.
I feel refreshed and ready to move on. I've been bandaged and I'm back on my feet.
Now to move on.
New York: June 16, 2010.
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