Rainy Day Memoirs
An overwhelming sense of homesickness. A strong desire to close your eyes and refuse to wake up until everything is right. There is light at the end of the tunnel, surrounded with your friends and family, marinating in your accomplished dreams and hopes of your perfect future. You can see all of it, waiting for you to just get through these few
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I know I don't call, or write. I use my self-inflicted lack of connection to sink further in, too. I'm an awful person sometimes.
But you. There's something about you that sits in line with me, that hits home and feels so similar. It's strange how little you have to know and interact with someone to have a connection with them; with some people, it just happens. It's like that with you.
It's a matter of getting through it, of making it through one more day. It's surprising how difficult something so simple can be. It really does get better, dear. If only because it has to. Listen to yourself, inner and outer, and take care of what you know you need. It's easy to run out of time for that. Make sure you care for you, always.
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