I feel like I should feel amazing. I finally got to see Niagara Falls and it was even more breathtaking than I imagined. While I was there, I was so happy I almost cried.
But it was surrounded by long, depressing days stuck in a small hotel room with people I have baggage with, watching them sleep. Now I'm home and my friend group is still broken and my job still sucks. No one cares about my art or my writing anymore, and I have no one to share my experience with.
I liked the few minutes I didn't feel tethered to my mean, dysfunctional family, I guess. Now that I'm home I'm remembering I'm stuck with them, everyone else is gone and everything else sucks.