#lesigh

I can't believe a month as gone. It sucks.
As much as I love seeing E. again, I hate leaving home. I hate leaving my parents because every time I come home, I can see them age just a little bit more.
And it sucks.

Going away to study for the last six years has been like escaping reality - the reality of having a disabled brother, the reality of ageing, the reality of a future where you can't just rely on being able to age peacefully and gracefully.

Therein lies my problem - having been given the a-okay by daddy dearest, I have free rein to make a decision about where I want to go for my clinical years. But sometimes, free will is probably worse than tyranny because it feels like my head and my heart are pulling me in the most agonising way possible.