My Moods Are Subject To The Whims Of The Weather (aka 3 weeks of grey skies)

I never know how to answer the rhetorical questions. The "how are yous?" and the "how do you like it theres?" Because these are the questions that are expected to be answered with happy words and smiles. Because that's who I am. Go with the flow, laid back, rolling along. And so I pretend. I smile the required smile. I say it's great and beautiful and so much like home. I walk along with my eyes bright and shiny, a practiced bounce in my proverbial step and I lie. Because there are so few people who want to know the truth. The parts where I'm bored and unsure and, quite honestly, lonelier than I could've imagined are the parts I keep hidden. It's tiring and disheartening but I do it because it's what is expected. And, Lord knows, I'm not going to take back exactly what I wished for.