Go home!
I grew up in the average kind of home setting. My parents did their best in ensuring we grew well, protected and provided for. Our house was also always filled; there was always some cousin, uncle, aunty or some member staying with us so it was always a place of drama and craziness. Then off I went to higher institution. I believe you've got some form of idea of what it's like leaving the nest. Suddenly I found myself in a place of chaos and growth: alone, I had to start making tough decisions for myself and taking tough steps. It looked surreal until days turned into weeks and weeks became months. I did my best, to make my parents proud To toughen it out whenever I had challenges. But you know, even one's got to have some backing. So, whenever I felt overwhelmed, pressured, stressed, or exhausted and drowning, I simply traveled back home. I didn't necessarily have to say anything to anyone. I just came home, feel the love and warmth, recharge myself and wit...
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