I Chose to Leave Home
Yesterday, I moved to Armenia from Quimbaya, where I lived for more than 5 years at a farm with my family. I moved for multiple reasons, I moved because I felt the urge, the call, the need for change. I moved because it seemed like I was stuck and something needed to be done. A song is coming back to me every time to give me hope: " Holy, holy grandmother, we sing Wash us clean of our pain and suffering Give us strength for our new beginnings In my best thanks I sing" - Wash It Away Was it really necessary to leave home? or was it just a burst? Trying to enumerate all the aspects that got me really emotionally tired and even physically sick... 1. Convivence: I shared a room with a really toxic and abusive brother which was always trying to take advantage of me and my mom and always did. 2. The house owners were really rude lately and did not even let me take my online classes normally because they were building up some shit (for more than 3 years and even got us to pay...