I’m on my way back
I’ve been thinking about how all of my friends have been doing something this summer, going on trips and vacations all over the place, and I haven’t done anything. Right as I started thinking how boring I am and that I need to do something, I realized that despite my uneventful summer, it’s been one of the best in a very long time. Not because of what I have done, but because of how I’ve felt. These past couple of years I have frantically tried to do things, endlessly chasing something that’ll make me feel happy. Last year I went to France to surf camp, the year before that I went to the US and the years before that too. But all I was really doing was running away from my problems, thinking that if I could just go far enough or run fast enough, my dark thoughts would magically evaporate. But they never did.
This summer, instead of going on “vacation” and continuing on my quest to run from my problems, I’ve focused completely on them. And surprisingly, it’s now that I’m starting to feel a lot better. So in a way, this has been one of my best summers in a long time, I could never have imagined that what I needed all along was right here.