Back to the Present.
I feel less like I just went on vacation and more like I just time travelled. My trip was like a glimpse of post-college life should I decide to move back up north. It's giving Norfolk this very temporary feeling. My apartment doesn't even feel like home right now. I don't like it one bit and I need a play to get invested in to make everything right again. I woke up this morning with all this leftover letsgohavefundostuff energy that I had nothing to pour into. 'Cept a depressing blog entry.
I think I aged a lot in the past two weeks.
Doesn't help, I'm sure, that I came home to bad weather, friends in crisis, a note from Meredith Management saying there's nothing wrong with the kitchen sink when it's the bathroom sink that's leaking, bugs in the flour on the still broken shelf, only one shift on this week's work schedule, a driver's side floorboard that's so flooded I went through an entire roll of paper towels and drove to the computer lab in galoshes...
Maybe I just need to give this place a little more time to get its shit together. Maybe I'm writing Norfolk off too early cause I'll actually be heartbroken to leave it. Maybe I need more sleep.
Maybe I'll tell you all about my awesome trip next time.