Strings.

There are moments in life when suddenly everything makes sense, when everything we've ever wanted comes to us, and recently I've been thinking about when this happens, and what the correct response to this should be. I'm fairly sure a cynical approach, complete with raised eyebrows and questions about what strings could possibly be attached, is not the right way to go. I can't help it, years of things always coming at a cost have taught me lessons I always felt I was too young to learn, despite now thinking they are some of the most valuable things to have happened to me.

I don't know what to do, because no matter how much I try and kid myself, I don't know what I want. I know what I miss, and I know what the right thing to do would be. But that doesn't make my decision any easier and so now I consider hiding away, with cups of sweet tea and many, many books until this all goes away and everything gets better.