Home (my real one that is)
After an excruciatingly long Winter Term, I have come to realize that Westford is not home anymore. There are good people and I love seeing them all and that statement is mostly directed at my house, and not at them.
I came back to Oberlin yesterday and first moved all of my stuff from one side of the room to the other (it's weird being in Virginia's room), and something I love about Oberlin, especially when I visited, what this distinct smell that it has. I think I stopped smelling it fairly early on in the semester, but when I came back it felt so nice. I love that it has this smell. It feels like home to me. Then in passing we ran into people and I totally forgot that there are people here who love me like family. And it felt really good to hear that life was better now that I was back. That is weird.
I learned a lot about myself over Winter Term. I lost hope in someone who I really really still do see the good in, had one truly scary experience that was fine in the end, and realized how not little I am anymore.
Anyway, last night was lovely. It consisted of moving (which I kind of like...), catching up with friends at the only bar in town, seeing some of my favorites by accident, some awesome naked time, Saved and being home, for once.
(Somewhat angsty, somewhat lame. Whatever. It's LJ.)
I came back to Oberlin yesterday and first moved all of my stuff from one side of the room to the other (it's weird being in Virginia's room), and something I love about Oberlin, especially when I visited, what this distinct smell that it has. I think I stopped smelling it fairly early on in the semester, but when I came back it felt so nice. I love that it has this smell. It feels like home to me. Then in passing we ran into people and I totally forgot that there are people here who love me like family. And it felt really good to hear that life was better now that I was back. That is weird.
I learned a lot about myself over Winter Term. I lost hope in someone who I really really still do see the good in, had one truly scary experience that was fine in the end, and realized how not little I am anymore.
Anyway, last night was lovely. It consisted of moving (which I kind of like...), catching up with friends at the only bar in town, seeing some of my favorites by accident, some awesome naked time, Saved and being home, for once.
(Somewhat angsty, somewhat lame. Whatever. It's LJ.)