I had a couple of drinks with an old friend of university. We were talking about the process of moving back home. And in my slightly inebriated state, I said that, for me, one of the hardest thing about coming back home, was well, a back up plan. If was a safety net. I know it sounds terrible that home should be a safety net for anyone. But it is, in a way. Home is safe. So when all else fails, you go home, right?
The only thing about coming home, after having been away for so long, is that what if you fail here too? Then where can you go? How do you pick yourself up when well, you came home to regroup and to pick yourself up?
What if, after all those years away of building a life for yourself elsewhere, was merely a desperate attempt (even though you deny it) to hide the fact that you really are quite rubbish. Once you are home, there is no more hiding. You are either going to fail or not. So what happens when you do fail? Where will you hide?