Friday nights are usually big in this household. The clink of glasses and laughter fill the place.
God knows I could use a drink right now, but YouTube will do.
It has been a week of change. Trials and triumphs. But altogether overwhelming and I’m dizzy from the ride.
I’m not entirely sure that I’m ready for the magnitude of things to come.
Never one to welcome change, I now waver between dismay and delight.
I don’t want to be all grown up and make choices. I dont want to let go of my quirks. I dont want to be vanilla.
I want to be a hippy and live by the sea. I want to be a mountain hermit and not talk to people. I want to travel like a gypsy. I want to visit every old church in Sri Lanka. I want to work in a bookshop. I want to curl up and do nothing.
I don’t want to decide.