So today’s THE day: I’m moving back in with my parents……and I feel terrible.
Not only because we’ve been to the wine festival yesterday as kind of farewell party and my head is pounding now. But also because I came here with high hopes for the new job, for new people, for a complete fresh start. Like you always do when you start a new job. But everything here has somehow come to a dead end. Everything I tried seemed just to not work out. So much wasted time but leaving here still feels like giving up.
Especially like giving up my freedom.
You shouldn’t be moving back to your parents when you’re over 30, it makes you feel like 10 again. I feel like my life is shrinking and like I’m moving back into the golden cage. I hate this dependecy.
I want to be free, I want to have my own flat, my own income, my own freedom. I feel like I’m never getting back on my own feet again.
Hopefully it’s just the hangover talking….