I just want to go home

I have lived in Colorado my whole life. It was great, no complaints. Until my family sent me to Minnesota against to stay with a shitty grandmother I barely knew. It was a small town in southern Minnesota and needless to say, I hated it. When I first moved, I fought and fought until I was more exhausted than I had ever been to go back to Colorado, to return to the only life I had ever known. Until about 6 months in, when I left that grandmothers house to live with a friend and got to experience true happiness. My friends became better family then I ever had, the parks became my happy place, the lakes became my peace, and I grew to adore that weird little town. Then 3 weeks ago, the same family that sent me away, made me return home. Except it wasn't home anymore. My home was now the last place I ever expected it to be. I returned to no one, nothing. I lost everything and everyone when I was sent to Minnesota. Now, during summer break, I am spending all of my sunny days rotting away in my bedroom. A month ago I was outside, all day, every day surrounded by the people I loved, making memories and for the first time in a very long time, I was truly happy. Now I am here, surrounded by nothing. I am wasting it. My teenage years, the smallest portion of my life. I should still be adventuring in the woods and jumping into lakes and staying awake all night, laughing until I couldnt breathe, with MY people. What is the point in living, if you do not feel alive? I will ponder that question every day until I am able to return to Minnesota. Until I am able to return to my home.

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anonymous Miscellaneous June 30, 2023 at 3:44 am 1 0