~Not the power to remember, but its very opposite, the power to forget, is a necessary condition for our existence.
~Sholem Asch
Today I would have come home from Paris.
Would have. Sometimes it's hard to believe I didn't go. Others I can't believe I was going to. Like I've said before, I see the pictures on Facebook from several of the people who went. They look like they're having a great time. I just cannot picture myself there with them.
Ya know, there were a lot of reasons I didn't go. Don't want to get into that. And I know it would have been a great learning experience and all. But I can't bring myself to regret staying home.
Back in August every time I saw an airplane in the sky my stomach dropped and my heart felt sick. I didn't want to leave Utah. I didn't want to miss everyone. I didn't want to deal with it all. I was counting down days until today, December 4th. I wanted it to be the day I was coming back when I should have been counting down to September 8th, the day I would have left.
So I stayed at Beehive, worked an extra three months. Been living back at home for seven months now. And, I admit, now that I would have been back, it doesn't seem like it would have been that long. Like maybe if I could have experienced what I would have if I'd gone and didn't have to actually be gone three months...
I totally understand the feeling! at least you feel like you dont regret it. it didn't feel right, so you didnt go! i think thats a hard decision to make, but you did, and that makes you awesome!
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