On the verge of going on a family vacation seems like the silliest time to realize just how minuscule my life has become. I should be excited to be on the beach, without a care in the world, for the next week. However, that isn't really the case for me. A week is nice, but that week comes and goes. Vacation for me, in July of 2017, is only a temporary fix to a more permanent problem that I've continually faced.
Comments
Post a Comment