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And now I'm back at Hampshire, a culture all it's own, with less complicated feelings than I had last week, although they're still lurking under the surface. Oh life. It boggles my mind. I'm taking a creative writing class for the first time in my life this semester. I'm nervous. I can write, obviously, but I've never been asked to parade my writing around before a group of people who, however well meaningly and for the sake of education want to tear it apart. I mean, well, you know what I mean.
But all in all, it's so great. I love my friends so much. I have a level of comfort with them that only my parents can rival, and that is saying something. I'm so blessed. We are all so blessed. And so few of us realize it.
Oh I long for a man so far away! It terrifies me how much I care for him, and how soon he might dissapear from my mind. Nepal is an age away from me, and although I love Shyam, and I do more than anyone else...my mind wanders. His will too. You never know about the future.
But all in all, it's so great. I love my friends so much. I have a level of comfort with them that only my parents can rival, and that is saying something. I'm so blessed. We are all so blessed. And so few of us realize it.
Oh I long for a man so far away! It terrifies me how much I care for him, and how soon he might dissapear from my mind. Nepal is an age away from me, and although I love Shyam, and I do more than anyone else...my mind wanders. His will too. You never know about the future.