This weekday-weekend (as my dad puts it), I missed Lansing more than I have ever missed it before. The crisp wind, the leaves almost all turned color, the places and the people… I felt at home in Lansing for the last two days, and I haven’t felt that since I moved out in the end of July.<\/p>\n
It’s seperate from a missing of That’s what I’ve been doing. And the gods aren’t happy about it. I’ve always felt that I need a place to hang my hat, a place that’s mine, a place to put roots in, at least for a year or two. For some reason, leaving the TWP, cutting the road time down, is honestly scaring me. It’s a fear that’s hard to admit, because I crave my independence. I despise relying on people. It just tweaks me. And now… this.<\/p>\n Motivation must come from within. I just don’t understand why the burning need to be in my own place feels like it’s… absent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This weekday-weekend (as my dad puts it), I missed Lansing more than I have ever missed it before. The crisp wind, the leaves almost all turned color, the places and the people… I felt at home in Lansing for the … Continue reading