Home
Spring Break is upon me, and this evening, I will be catching a flight home.
I can't wait - the beginning of this semester (now 2 1/2 months in) has been trying. I've been doing a lot of bending, but thankfully without breaking. There were several times, though, where I feel like I just might have.
And yet, now that I'm on the verge of coming home, I feel very strange. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but I feel like I'm about to cry my eyes out. And it's not joy, exactly, but it's not sadness either. It feels something like "trepidation" though I can't fathom why I would be feeling that.
I know that once I actually AM home, I will feel a lot better. I guess it's just strange every time my two worlds come together.
I can't wait - the beginning of this semester (now 2 1/2 months in) has been trying. I've been doing a lot of bending, but thankfully without breaking. There were several times, though, where I feel like I just might have.
And yet, now that I'm on the verge of coming home, I feel very strange. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but I feel like I'm about to cry my eyes out. And it's not joy, exactly, but it's not sadness either. It feels something like "trepidation" though I can't fathom why I would be feeling that.
I know that once I actually AM home, I will feel a lot better. I guess it's just strange every time my two worlds come together.