It took me a little more than a year to get bored of home.
I am fickle and flimsy and foolish. BUT … I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (since having $1.68 in my bank account means that I get to stay home a lot) and I really want to move out with a clean, content mind and heart.
Which brings me to an analysis as to why things didn’t work out back then. I left because I thought I was going to change and my life was going to get better, that I was going to feel better. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! For God’s sake, I went to my frat interview and when they asked me “Are you a leader or a follower?” I said “Follower, because someone’s got to do it, right?” WRONG. “I am a leader because I enjoy having responsibility, and I am especially motivated when I’m working with others, developing meaningful relationships. I like creating goals and going beyond to reach them.”
So I have two years. Two years, to take in everything and love myself. Because I deserve to be happy and content. And I want to move, to another city because it was so fun when it didn’t suck. But that comes after the “happy” part.