My parents house has always been a generally good place, not a house I would fear to live in, it just never felt like home.
When I moved 7000km (4350miles) away from there for a bit, I finally felt like I belong, but ever since I’m back, I’m struggling to get this sense of home back…
I just got home after spending the evening with a friend, and I was sitting in my car for a while, just thinking about how I would love to just drive anywhere and not stop until the sun rises. I just didn’t want to go inside.
I’ve been pretty stressed lately and im worn and burnt out. I’m scared I’ll fall back into old habits.
I just want to keep driving, without thinking and without stopping. I just want to feel like I’m moving and going somewhere.