My mom just told me that THIS is home, and Rock Hill is school. I really think that is my decision and not hers. This may be home for her, but it's definitely not for me. Other than having my parents here, I feel no attachment nor sentiment to this dreary city. This is my life, and home is where I choose to make it and that place is Rock Hill, South Carolina. And there is not a soul in the world that can change my opinion on that.
That simple statement from my mother sums up exactly why I will NEVER consider Syracuse home.
Now she's trying to convince me to stay...
It's not going to happen. I'm ready to go. I WANT to go. What happened to last week when you told me you just wanted me to be happy? Do you not see that I'm miserable here?
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