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OK, this has been rattling around in my head for most of a week now, and I'd better do something about it so I can get on with thinking about other things.
I'm scared. What happens if I can't get back to Boston again after I graduate? What happens if I can't afford to live there any more? What happens if my being co-owned by the cats becomes my having occasional visitations of the cats? What happens if I don't fit in anywhere there any more?
Things change, whether I'm there or not. I wouldn't want them not to. But the fact that I'm not there means I might not belong there any more when I want to come back, and that scares me. I liked basically everything about my life in Boston except my job and I wish I could go back to that when I'm done here.
How the bloody hell does Bill know when I need to talk to somebody? Here I was, feeling sorry for myself, and the phone rings, and it's him, and life suddenly gets better. Weirdness.
I'm scared. What happens if I can't get back to Boston again after I graduate? What happens if I can't afford to live there any more? What happens if my being co-owned by the cats becomes my having occasional visitations of the cats? What happens if I don't fit in anywhere there any more?
Things change, whether I'm there or not. I wouldn't want them not to. But the fact that I'm not there means I might not belong there any more when I want to come back, and that scares me. I liked basically everything about my life in Boston except my job and I wish I could go back to that when I'm done here.
How the bloody hell does Bill know when I need to talk to somebody? Here I was, feeling sorry for myself, and the phone rings, and it's him, and life suddenly gets better. Weirdness.
fitting in
Your experiences out there will change you in so many ways, I'm sure you'll be the better for it. But if Boston is where you want to return to, I know you'll find a way.