So I finally come to the realization that I’m just not meant to be here. It’s become even more evident now that I’m back home after my amazing trip.
I just hate it here! That may sound dramatic and exaggerating, but it’s so true. I hate the weather, I hate how there’s no hills, only suburbia. I’m tired of living in this small town, with small minded people who in all honesty just need to get a life.
I’m ready to leave. I’m ready to travel. I just want to be back in Ireland where I felt at peace with myself. I cannot explain the pure bliss I felt to be surrounded by those people. No competition, no worries. I miss it so much more, now that I’m back here. I miss my family, I miss my friends, and I miss feeling simply content. Everything just seemed so simple. It was as if everything magically fell into place.
Presently, I just don’t know what to do with myself. I feel almost like a ghost here because while I was off having the time of my life, everyone else was getting on with their’s. Now I just feel left behind. I know this is silly, and I know I’m really blessed to have the life that I do. I just can’t help this ache in my heart.
Take me back to Ireland and then I’ll be okay.