Sometimes i have the feeling i’m dreaming.
I will wake up in my bedroom at my parents, being 15 or so again.
Having learned a lesson about “what could be” if i made certain decisions. I look around my house and it’s surreal. Do i really have 2 cats? Do i really have a back room with a dinner table that’s accessable? Do i really have my grandmother’s couch and chairs?
Do i really have my own computer room? Do i really have a hot-Pink and green bedroom?
It all just looks so odd and out of place at times.
I find those thoughts bordering the absurd but in a way also amusing.
I’m quite proud on what i accomplished in the last 2 years, the way i battled for myself and my sanity. But am i really 33 already? How did that happen so fast?
How come i already live here 12 years! Where did my college time go?
Did i really go through all that stuff with my roommates?
Did i really work 2.5 years in the elf fantasy shop?
I ponder if i’m strange by having those thoughts.