So I spent 3 hours in Starbucks yesterday followed by 2 hours in a small restaurant in Center City. Haven’t experienced laughter quite like that in such a long time that I woke up this morning and tried to capture the moment as if though it was a piece of art or a movie scene.
But at the back of my mind I couldn’t stop thinking about where I wish I was. It’s almost as if I’m unable to feel free because a piece of me lies elsewhere.
I keep telling myself that one day it’s gonna be easier and that this is just another cycle. It’s not like I haven’t been here before.
I just know I deserve to feel completely in a moment and right now I feel like I’ve been robbed of fully experiencing freedom just because I can’t get past these thoughts…
How frustrating.
