notes on leaving home

part two

life motto

When you’re so used to chaos, solitude can be mistaken for emptiness.

At my family home, there was always a reason to be upset with everybody. It feels impossible to be at peace, to rest after a long day at work because someone is always shouting at one another for the smallest things, for things that have been repeated one thousand times over. I’m far from being the innocent one here — I, too, am guilty for contributing to an already stressful environment. Chaos is a staple food in my childhood, but it’s no longer bearable for my adult self. I’ve already absorbed so much of it, that it has become a part of me — as memories I’d rather forget, behaviours I’m struggling to unlearn — so it was only unfair to continue living in a home where my childhood self could only dream to leave.

I left for many reasons, but mostly for my peace.

It took me a while to adjust myself to my new home. T…