I haven’t felt that Sunday night feeling, the one you’d get in your school days in years. Sunday nights aren’t the same when your contracted to work weekends.
I’m not ready to go back, in the last year or so I have come to feel trapped. When I’m there it no longer feels comfortable or familiar.
Money draws me in. That’s how I make my living.
But maybe one day it won’t be.
Maybe one day I won’t dread waking up and going to work.
Life’s not meant to be lived like that.
But for now I need it to fund my other trips this year.
xoxo
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