Tears

You know what? I’m not that kind of person who gets hyped over someone else’s bad day or laughs when someone’s going through it. Like, for real — I never clown on people’s tears.

So here’s the thing: my sister’s posts on social media were all sunshine and rainbows at first — her content was straight;up mood boosters, you know? They’d totally make me smile. But then, out of nowhere, her vibe shifted. The next few posts had this kinda sad undertone — nothing dramatic, just… wistful, I guess?

And no, I didn’t roast her or make fun of it. I wasn’t like “LOL, what’s wrong with you?” or anything. I could tell she was saying goodbye to the house — and then boom, she’s off to the islands again. Classic her.

One day, I’ll join her — I swear I will. But something’s holding me back. Like, I could just pack my bags and bounce right now — I’ve got my passport, my ID, everything in order. No legal roadblocks, zero.

But still… something’s stopping me. Maybe I’m waiting for a little push? Or maybe I secretly hope she’ll come back and be like, “Hey, let’s go — I’ll hold your hand the whole way”. Who even knows?

Actually, that’s probably not it. It’s one thing to jet off for a week and come back. It’s a whole other ball game to uproot yourself and stay somewhere indefinitely. That’s the real kicker.

IDK, maybe summer will clear things up. I never bounce to warm places in winter — or vice versa. I’m all about matching the climate. Like, if it’s chilly here, I wanna go somewhere chilly. Makes the whole adjustment way easier, you feel me?

So maybe this summer I’ll finally tag along with her. Who knows? I haven’t made up my mind yet.


Stephaniia
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