I grew up with parents that had jobs that require the whole family to repeatedly move house. I’ve lived in so many different places to the point that I’ve completely lost interest in other people. I’ve always felt so lonely when around other people, even when they like me. I always ended up moving every 4 years at most. Socializing isn’t fun or worth the emotional effort. Then again, people aren’t worth the time in general, including family. I don’t feel guilty about feeling this way anymore. The world is so intimidatingly big, yet I never felt free, comfortable, or like i had anywhere to call “home”. 18 years of that, with the rest trying to fix everything to make it hurt less. Adapting will NEVER be the same as enjoying.
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