No young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold, we swore blood brothers against the wind. I'm ready to grow young again and hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards well maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars --Bruce Springsteen
My sister's voice calling me home and I don't have a voice of my own. No place, nothing anchoring me here and nothing to go home to, fuck this is such a hard decision.
KW Pros: friends. Support network. Answering service job. Nice apartment of my own, for the first time. Educational opportunities. Karaoke. The show.
KW Cons: Expensive. Crappy job situation. Embarrassment and burnt bridges all over the place. Can't afford to pay the rent or go back to school.
Sarnia Pros: A call centre that will hire anyone. Family. Couches to crash on if I fail utterly. A safety net I don't have here, because family has to take you back.
Sarnia Cons: I left there because I hate the place and everything about it. Admission of failure. Misery. Family tensions and bullshit. The guilt of being needed. Too much past and no future.
I keep asking myself what do I really want to do? And not a single option looks at all appealing. It used to be I had too many choices and stayed treading water because I couldn't decide. Now those choices are all drying up and I can't choose because I don't want to make the wrong choices again. Yet anything I do choose will be all wrong anyway, so it's just a big fuckin' mess....
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