I feel as though I live between two worlds.
I have my life at college and I have my life at home. At school, I am completely responsible for myself. If I don’t wake up on time, I will miss whatever it is that I had scheduled. If I don’t turn in assignments, I will fail and will fail alone. My time no longer belongs to me alone and my social life is varied. Every night is a sleepover, and I absolutely love the place I hold in my respective groupings.
At home, I am a daughter, an aunt, a little sister, and a granddaughter. I play the roles that each title entitles me to. I am dependent on my parents, have to tell people when I leave the house, and have a living room and a kitchen. I am very quiet here, able to spend hours and hours reading and being alone. Almost every evening is spent with my three best friends.
But I am not a permanent fixture to either place.
I never fully unpack.
I would take that over having to grow up any day, but the reality of it still baffles me. I cannot fully belong to either. Persephone must have felt similarly. Neither my home nor my school are akin to Hades, but the general basis is the same.
I have one more day of peace and freedom and unscheduled time until I return back to discipline and paper grading and very thin walls.
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