"It's foreign on this side,
And I'll not leave my home again.
There's no place to hide
And I'm nothing but scared."
So, I'm all unpacked and settled in my new home. It's a nice neighborhood and I have a decent job that I'm starting tomorrow.
But I don't feel good.
Last week I left what I considered my home behind, something I always knew was going to happen. You can't just go to school forever - the point is to learn how to become a productive member of society with a job...and that's what I am now.
The hour when I need to be courageous and put behind my college days for good has finally come, and I'm scared. I feel so alone in this new role and I don't want to screw anything up. I wish I had a friend - any friend here to live with me and comfort me. But what choice do I ever have except to pull myself together and do what needs to be done? It's the only choice I've had for a long time now and I don't see a day coming soon where it will be any different.
I don't understand these feelings and I'm ashamed of them. But at least the path ahead is clear, even if it's dark.
I'll get used to this side.
There was a dream that I dreamed, a dream for this side to become home again.