This time of year brings change. The trees start to change colour and the weather takes a turn for the worst, but I, personally, love this season! Autumn is my favourite of the 4 seasons in the year. The colours are beautiful, the weather is normally bright yet chilly and people start to think of what will happen in the new year.
Six months ago, I thought I had things planned out, but just as the weather changes, so did I and what i wanted. It turns out that something i thought i had forgotten about has come back and made me realise that its what I want in life. People have come back that I never realised how important they were and the one person I never thought I could laugh with again is closer than ever.
I'm moving away from Brighton and going back home. I never thought i would i go back. Brighton is where i needed to be, but it turns out, i'm not so happy here anymore. I've grown up, and even though Brighton is where I have done this it isnt where i can stay. Sometimes i do wish i could just run away from it all, leave without people knowing but one thing i have learnt with age is that running away from something is not always the best way. I still bottle things up, i have lots to say to many people, but sometimes i still find it easier to keep it locked up inside. I just dont like hurting people.
Going home isnt easy. It may seem like it is and people think im using it as an excuse to get away but i need to be around people that love me and can tell me what i need to do to be back to my happy self. Its a hard decision. I am leaving a lot behind but we all need to move on at some point. I feel too young to have my feet glued to the floor in one place. I need to travel, and by going home i can save to do this, finally.
I have learnt that things change. People grow up and not always in the same direction. It can sometimes take an old friend to make you realise that there is something not right, and it takes a special someone to make you feel alive again. Thats when you know its time to move on. Just like the seasons and the trees, things change.
