I'm moving from my childhood house tomorrow and it feels bittersweet and very scary, the place I grew up in haven't felt like 'home' in a long time and I worry that I will never find a place where I belong, being a lesbian in a conservative 3rd world country. Part of me is happy to get away because it was beginning to feel like a curse that's holding me back but another part of me feels as if I will never be able to get the feelings I had of a home and happiness, that I did when I was younger and when everything didn't feel so bleek. I'm trying to focus on the bright side though, this is a new beginning, this is movement in a time when I felt so stuck. An opportunity for change and growth. So here's to that! š¾

















