The things that bothered me - foreignness, alien-ness, ignorance, homesickness - still bother me. But sitting here, in this sun-bathed living room after a weekend of r&r and conversations with mum, the sister and a dear, dear friend, this life seems... the teeniest bit more bearable.
I may never, ever fit in. I may always be cross-parked. And that, I've decided, is oh-oh-kay.
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if you went to a catholic educational institute would you be cross parked there :P
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