You just have to know what’s feeling hard.
Find the one that sounds most like you right now. If two of them do, that’s normal. Pick either.
You keep imagining it. You’re also quietly working out what it might cost you, and who you’d be leaving behind.
The goodbyes, the guilt, and the strange grief of the last few weeks. The part everyone rushes past.
Everything is new, including the things that shouldn’t be. Buying bread is a project. So are you.
The shine is gone, and you’re quietly wondering whether you made a mistake.
You don’t necessarily want to go back. You miss the people, the ease, and the version of yourself who lived there.
You’re meeting people. You just haven’t found your people. You’re not cursed, it’s genuinely hard.
Not tired from one bad week. The deep, cumulative exhaustion of adapting all day, every day, in a place that doesn’t run on your defaults.
You used to know what you were good at. Now half the day goes on things that used to be automatic, and you’re not sure who the new version is yet.
Their job, their dream, your whole life. The grief and the invisible work of it rarely get named out loud.
You can go anywhere. Some days that’s freedom and some days you’ve lost the thread of what it’s all for.
Going back isn’t going back. You’re not the person who left, and home didn’t stay still either.
Write down what’s actually going on, in whatever shape it comes out. It doesn’t have to be clear or make sense yet. You’ll get one question back to take a little deeper.
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