The claustrophobia's coming back. Somehow, I was given a year's reprieve but it's coming back, the subtle, slow-burn parental pressure. The backroom hints, the suggestions, but never saying anything outright. It can be a lot more deadlier, indirectness especially when you've got someone like me who'll resist every step of the way. Of course, I'm not stupid: I do know that I need a contingency plan in case the possible segue into a journalism career doesn't pan out. But I can't not try, either. It would be such a mistake to have come this far and not move keep moving forward, instead of retreating.
What I do know, however, is that when I come back it's going to be the same old story all over again.
Ain't life grand? :)
What I do know, however, is that when I come back it's going to be the same old story all over again.
Ain't life grand? :)
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