It feels like summer again.
Thank God for Xavier University.
I came back to my room tonight to find my suitemates having a deep discussion in our room. They were talking about how misplaced they feel on campus--how much they miss their friends from home and how they can't find their place.
That kills me a little bit every time I hear it. Because I seriously can't imagine enjoying life without this place and these people.
The other night, my closest friends and I were playing volleyball at eleven at night on our sand volleyball courts, and I just sat back for a minute and watched them all. I felt so happy and so at peace at that moment. I can't believe how lucky I am to have these people who give a shit about me. I honestly can't. And I don't want to take them for granted--or worse--lose them.
I don't have this at home. I don't have that comfort or that trust. No offense to Jenny--but they're my safety net. Perhaps it is the familiarity that gets me... the way I can rely on people to be themselves (even if it results in me hating them or mocking them profusely). I love them all--I love them for just being in my life--and I don't know how to tell them that.
I feel really, really happy at the moment. And once I get out of being a pathetic, lovesick brat (not that it's NOT enjoyable), I think I'll appreciate it all even more. :-D Time to take it in. There are so many weeks left--thank God.
--A
I came back to my room tonight to find my suitemates having a deep discussion in our room. They were talking about how misplaced they feel on campus--how much they miss their friends from home and how they can't find their place.
That kills me a little bit every time I hear it. Because I seriously can't imagine enjoying life without this place and these people.
The other night, my closest friends and I were playing volleyball at eleven at night on our sand volleyball courts, and I just sat back for a minute and watched them all. I felt so happy and so at peace at that moment. I can't believe how lucky I am to have these people who give a shit about me. I honestly can't. And I don't want to take them for granted--or worse--lose them.
I don't have this at home. I don't have that comfort or that trust. No offense to Jenny--but they're my safety net. Perhaps it is the familiarity that gets me... the way I can rely on people to be themselves (even if it results in me hating them or mocking them profusely). I love them all--I love them for just being in my life--and I don't know how to tell them that.
I feel really, really happy at the moment. And once I get out of being a pathetic, lovesick brat (not that it's NOT enjoyable), I think I'll appreciate it all even more. :-D Time to take it in. There are so many weeks left--thank God.
--A