How will I know when it’s come time to move on with things?
What if I’ve already stayed for too long?
In the days before, someone generally came and told me. Like no Naz, you’re not going to that school anymore but rather to this other one over here. Or those shoes are not right for a girl your age, Naz. Or now comes the part where you learn to drive, Naz.
You know. That sort of thing.
But no one does that for me now.
The problem is I am fine with how things are for me. Fine. I believe I have always been fine. Satisfied. Not unsatisfied.
Maybe I’m happy.