Maybe I am not this person.
I don’t think we can be defined so easily, we are such complex beings with so many facets.
I wanted to go home, I was binging and purging and anxiety ridden. The last two days I am living this experience every second of every day. And I’m loving it.
The people, the mountains and the hikes. The hummus and the independent I feel.
Maybe just maybe I am not this person but I also am this person.
I can’t be defined.