My childhood was nothing remotely close to what's considered "normal". I robbed myself of a lot of normalcy. I guess I still do. Maybe I prefer it this way. (I do).
I'm due to move back to Texas in a matter of a few weeks now and the reality of it hasn't really set in for me yet. All this packing has been bringing back a lot of memories. Painful, funny, stupid, crazy, vague bits and pieces of the past. I'm just so grateful that I'm not who I used to be.
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