This morning I woke up when my dad called me around 6 AM and asked if I was doing ok...I guess I was still on my REM cycle so I didn't even ask the reason. He said he had a nightmare last night about me being lost while I'd left no trace behind me ...Then he immediately asked for my new home address as if I'm really planning to disappear from the world's face...Before I get off the phone, I made sure he realizes I'm a big girl now ,still here and he could get a hold of me whenever....but I didnt realize that unconsciensly I had developed a sob ...I started thinking, ofcourse I wasn't lost in the real world in any physical manner but I soon realized the metaphor ...It wasn't too hard to decipher once I fathomed lately how much I'd been complaining about me moving again while I didn't have the slighest clue about what I could potentially become or end up ... I dressed up for work , and aimed on starting another Monday morning...a foggy one in some sense...but I got my hot coffee on the way and had a sip of it ... soon everything cleared...I decided (despite all the noise and headaches in the background) to start my day productively and pulling myself alltogether....Afterall big girls don't cry