Right now, I have so many loved ones in the midst of a storm. I’m from near the gulf and the majority of my loved ones are in Texas going through. I am currently in Connecticut. A choice of impulse and convenience, at the time – and my stay was not meant to last for so long.
I should be home. Not to go through that – GOD NO! I went through my only hurricane that I ever intend to go through in my entire life 12 years ago. It was hell. It was something that I look back on and still feel anxiety. When I would hear that a hurricane was coming, I would leave – even if I had not a resource to my name.
I should be in home, in Austin. My family should be able to come to visit me right now and only have some storms and rain to deal with, maybe instead of flooding and damages.
I wasn’t supposed to be here this long. I was supposed to have escaped this place by now. I haven’t even been able to find a job in months of searching, so working hard to get back to where I need to be is looking bleak.
Spending long months away from my family. Not being able to at least spend a day or two around my siblings for months at a time is already depressing. Also, Connecticut is trash. I haven’t found anything worth celebrating in a full year, and I don’t always like the people I chose to live with. I mean… I don’t always like most people and need a lot of time to myself to be able to not actively hate people, just because I am a hater of spending a lot of time with people.
I am also a hater of not being able to see the people who matter.
And being displaced at the moment, not being able to even break bread while all this is happening just brings in a completely type of storm for me. One of anxiety and depression. I miss Texas. I am hurting for Texas. I want to go home.