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Sometimes running away will bring you back to the beginning
When I left the US over four years ago, I had no idea I would get a self-sufficiency and survival degree — learning the ways of those around me, which seeped into my pores and have been entrenched in me.
Relearning these skills was like going back home, growing up on a homestead before it became cool, as my uncle likes to remind me. When I was young, the only thing I wanted to do was get a job in the city since the city was new and adventurous to me.
Now, as I have circumnavigated the globe, the only thing I crave and seek is returning to what I know, which is ironic that running as far away as possible from what I wanted to escape so severely brought me back full circle.
Life is amazing sometimes. It also reignited that part of my life, the role of my life, that I only saw tragedy when I used to look back. When you come out of a situation that is so pure and good and turns so evil, it is hard to turn around and say, yea, that is what I want out of my life.
You have a deep fear of what if my life turns out the same way, a tragic ending. Yet now I understand I am not my parents, and my path is not theirs. The way they chose to live…
