Adults can make bad decisions with good intentions. Adults can be hypocrites. Adults can be wrong. As a child, the romantic understanding I had of what life is for the human being was not ignorant of these things; rather, their importance was dimmed relative to that of who I might become. I was starstruck by my own future.
I am - more than a little worried, though many tell me that I needn't be. It's just something about being on one's own for the first time in one's life that breeds the kind of morbid hubris I am now struggling with. Namely, do I return to live in my mother's home, do I… Continue reading On Moving Back Home