I keep thinking of when I’ll move out of the house and live on campus. A year and 5 months, maybe? I can see the hints of the future in my present: My Instant Pot arriving on Saturday. The singular cup of coffee and many cups of tea. The nagging feeling that maybe home isn’t the place you’ll spend the most time in.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391