Dosas and mimosas

by lelocke12

It feels like freshman year again – where I’m uncomfortable simply because it’s unknown.

I know that’s not the life I want at 30 – I don’t feel like I’m missing out but I know I could make friends if I know more about drugs. This is where the private school education did me dirty. I don’t have much in common with these kids.

I’ve spent time with a lot of different people from different backgrounds and I need to remember this isn’t a universal commonality. I’m not the only one who would feel this way.

Eric’s leaving and as much as I love him – I’m a little glad. There’s a lot of things coming in and out of this house that even though in don’t disagree with… I’m not really comfortable with.