I grew up in a small town of people who didn’t leave. They settled quickly. Having a family with their high school sweetheart, celebrating with the same groups, working a job close to home.
None of this seemed normal to me. I couldn’t imagine anything worse then being stuck in the same loop. Life is not made to be repeated.
My parents are from this small town. They work full time jobs. I grew up seeing them working hard, every single day. This is my normal. It is normal for dad to be gone all day, and mum to work late at night. It isn’t till I’m older that I can see that their jobs are hard. Harder than other jobs. Dad has been on his feet all day and mum has been running around the kitchen.
Would my life had turned out any different if I hadn’t of grown up in a small town, where everyone knows everything? If my dad had come home from an office instead of a farm? If our bank accounts were a little larger than they currently are?
Or would everything be the exact same?
Would I still feel the way I feel if I hadn’t had to endure the things I have? Would I have been a more successful person if my friends were still alive?
These are the things that are running through my head lately. Is it my fault that things turned out like this? Or was I predisposed to be sad and struggle to succeed? Was there anyway for me to avoid this life that I now realise I am completely stuck in?
I thought I was doing better, but I realise now that all my problems are still there, they are just hiding out of my comfort zone.