Right now, in my women’s studies class, we are discussing the concept of the “assumptive world” in relation to space, home, and belonging. I recently have been feeling lost-not in a literal sense- in an emotional sense. My assumptive world has been “shattered” as they say, due to the actions of those around me, and my own responses to them. This post isn’t about hypochondria, this post is about my life and the way I thought my body would exist in the world. I’ve experienced forced displacement multiple times; my families are never really families, only temporary structures of people. I love those people (some more than others) and eventually the structure crumbles and all of my assumptions about love and “forever” and growing older change. I recently told a friend that I have decided I never want to fall in love or become attached to anyone but I really just want to stop assuming that everything is lasting.