So called adulting.

After one long year, I am back to my own hometown, my country Nepal. This place always brings me numerous kind of emotions.In a way, I feel happy to be with my family. But at the same time, I feel confused and lost. Will I be able to fully live my life with this set of family? Am I tired of them or will they be tired of me soon? Guess, its called ADULT-ing. I can understand why my mother is tensed, I can sense what my father is thinking, I can predict what my grandparents are feeling. Why do I have to understand everything, but have no power to solve anything? I thought this would be one of the most interesting phase of one's lifetime. Exploring new things, loving new hearts, breaking some hearts and at the same time finding one self. But no, I guess adulting is all about, understanding everything but being indecisive and unhelpful. I wish I was still a kid, without having to think about anything and having to find any solutions. Why can't I just go back to those old days of cotton candies, marshmellows and barbie dolls. Why do I have to now think about choices, abandonment and future. Why do I have to deal with such big words? Am, I actually adulting....