Mourning A Future That Was Never Mine
Hi ladies , gentlemen , and gender non-conforming friendos . It's me, your friendly neighbourhood garbage witch back today with some slightly tepid to slightly lukewarm takes depending on your alignment. From the title you've probably surmised that the topic on my mind today is "Mourning a future that was never mine" but what does that mean? Glad you asked. Mourning a future that was never mine feels kind of like trying to grab something that was never there or to describe a taste you've never tasted. Growing up, I was told to work hard and good things will happen as I'm sure most millennials were. The dream was to own a house! My parents owned a house (albeit briefly), and it was expected that I do the same... eventually. The problem is that I can't own a house, don't get me wrong I WANT to own a house, I just cannot. And it won't be in the cards for me in the future. I'm also in this weird conundrum where I have to break a terribl...