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All of you are right...
I feel at home but yet I dont at the same time. Its hard to explain, but I also think it has to do with the fact that this is the FIRST place of my own, so I am finally officially moving out of my parents house. When I worked at cedar point I lived in the dorms they had between june 2004 to nov 2004, but i didnt develop panic attacks and anxiety until october 2007, so dealing with moving out is a first with anxiety. Yuck! I get this feeling in my chest, and I want to take my inhaler but i have to tell myself that its not the asthma, its the anxiety. And what do you know, when I go back to my parents house that feeling is gone in a second. I really wish anxiety was something i could shake.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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