i`m a little torn, i`m missing the girls already and i miss my friends, but i`m glad to be back in my own space. tiny as it is, my apartment is mine, the disarray, the clutter and i missed it.
it`s an odd combination of emotions, i loved having the girls clambering all over me and conversations and playing, i enjoyed talking to my mother, but i anxiously wanted to get back to my space. i`m still trying to work it out in my own mind.
i spent three days with people that love me unconditionally and still come sunday morning, i was ready to come back to come back to what i considered home.
is something wrong with me?
