existential crisis and the city
I'm currently visiting a city I lived in for 3 years during university. I'm here to see a flat I might potentially be renting starting September (that is, if I get accepted to a MA programme I applied to). It's a strange feeling visiting a city you spent so much time in and I'd be lying if I said it didn't send me down a bit of an existential spiral. The thing is, I really thought I'd spend a big portion of my life here; that this would be the place where I settle down. Two of these years, I lived with someone I thought I was gonna stay with as well. I thought I had built a home, albeit a small and shaky one since I was 20, but mine and one that'd keep growing in a way I'd planned. I saw a man I was going to grow into, a career, a good life, even if a bit disappointing compared to what I'd envisioned as a teenager, but hey, whose isn't? Now everything is different, but there's not a day where I regret uprooting that life. I might feel lost n...
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