Time out

I've been in Tally for about 2 days now, after a lot of just sleeping and doing pretty much nada at home. It's funny, but I came here and pretty much just slept (12 hours straight yesterday) and did nada some more here, only it was easier, not so many folks around.

I think I just needed a break, from all that has been going on. And what I've realized since I've been back has astonished me something terrible. I am more at home here in Tally, than I am at what has ALWAYS been home. It's not just because my stuff's here, or because I'm more comfortable in my kitchen...it's something else. I guess I inadvertently began making my own life here...apart and separate from life and family at home.

Lol this may sound like the mere infantile ramblings of a girl who's finally moved out of her parents' house, no big deal. But it is a big deal. Throughout adolescence don't we dream of the day that complete independence will come? Another funny thing I've discovered, is that I was always somehow afraid. Hesistant to take the leap. Apprehensive of being on my own because I knew that I, and I alone, would answer for my mistakes, responsibilites, mishaps. Afraid to come out from under my father's protection.

Well, I suppose we don't have to take the plunge headfirst, diving in entirely on the first go-round. I'm just getting my feet wet I suppose, wading slowly. That works for me. It's not as overwhelming as instant, total immersion. There are some other things that I've realized while I've been here, but too soon to blog about them. They'll keep. I'm headed home to help my sister move to ATL tomorrow.