There are a lot of parts of me that want to have arrived. To walk through the front door and put slippers on my feet and make a snack in the kitchen.
Then there are parts that are still longing for a departure. To ride down the street, backpack on, making it home before nightfall.
I can't say why there are so many parts of me that are still blanketed with insecurities. All empirical evidence aside, I should be a perfectly well-adjusted, emotionally stable Caucasian female.
And, for the most part, for more than the most part, I am!
So why do I catch myself feeling sorry in the worst ways for my current condition? Why is "love" worth waiting around for? Why do I have to have a 5 and 10 year plan in the next 6 months or else?!