There comes a point where the life you once prayed for no longer fits the person you’ve become

Something just feels really off. I don't want to be here. I just want my peace. I want my space, my beautiful view. It's amazing when you leave a life behind that no longer is yours and you come back to it. It feels heavy, feels dirty, feels strange. My home is not Sydney, and it hasn't been for a long time. And it's interesting, Pia and I were talking, and it's the first time each of us has felt at home again This was since we had our home in Kurnabarra. It's funny how you grow up in a certain place and it feels so foreign because you've changed. You've changed what you want and the pain that it's given you through the years and the sacrifices. It is no longer aligned with who you are and who you're becoming. And as everyone says, the future you has to be the, the you now. It's not going to magically change, so you get to decide when that happens. And when you do, everything else falls into place as well. Ah, just so uneasy.