I hadn’t thought about it in a while,
but hearing my parents talk about it with
their friends her plan was to start her master’s in the fall
and move to Quincy
it hits home like I was afraid it would as August approaches: this is not what I had planned.
I know, I know:
- Life doesn’t happen how you plan
- I’m still so young
- There are better things ahead
but listen: this is not what I had planned.
Not a moment of it.
And this paranoia?
Well, it’s taking over ever other arena of my life.