When you move away,
When you move away from home for the first time,
It feels a little like learning to swim.
The adrenaline kicks in, you find yourself
On top of the world for a while
But mostly it’s just drowning.
Sometimes the days go by in a blur
Of friendly faces and one drink too many.
Always a drink too many.
It creeps in on you when you least expect it -
That longing for home you thought you’d banished
Three margaritas ago.
And when you’re hunched up before your computer,
Drowning in music the screams that will not come,
You finally give up struggling.
The waters swallow you whole
And there’s not a damn thing you can do.
