I have lived in Thailand for five years and I am 25 years old. I’m supposed to go back to Canada so that I can learn some life skills.
Thing is, on my last visit there a year ago, I screwed up.
In the city I grew up in, that I will be going back to.
I haven’t spoken to anyone there in months and months. Besides my family.
They probably dislike me.
For the past five years I have only went back to my home city, for a few months visit.
I will now be going there to live, and it will change everything.
I am afraid.
For a few different reasons.
Before people were eager to see me before I left. I was eager to go out and make adventures happen with the people I cared about.
Now, I don’t know if I have that.
I guess I’ll find out when I go in October.
I don’t think it will take long to figure out where people are with me.
So, that’ll happen in a few months. And I’ll embrace it. As much as it hurts.
Because maybe
that’s how people grow up sometimes..?
