Oct 27, 2008 14:18
I mean, I know I keep saying it but it just keeps becoming more and more appealing; I am never going back. I miss my family, alot, and the few weekends I've gone home, I've loved hanging out in my house, wandering around barefoot with a bowl of cereal and then talking to my brother for like three hours about the news, or the election, or school, or Paris Hilton's latest stroke of genius, or whatever.
I feel like being here, I am safest when I am myself, and its a really nice feeling. I'm funnier when I don't feel pressured to be funny, I am more interesting to people because I am genuinely interested in them. I feel like when I'm not competing constantly, I thrive. I'm becoming much more self-reliant without isolating myself, and its the solid ground I need.
At the same time--maybe because we're living together, maybe because we bond over the perils of how FUCKING COLD it is in a mountain pass at eight in the morning, and atleast partially because we're so g'damn good looking--I am so attatched to the people here. I go away for the weekend, and I miss the girls and the campus life. My roommates are my two closest friends here, and sharing a space with them seems natural (though we should probably clean more often) Is it a funshine fun slumber party every night? No. Do they sometimes hit me when I try to get them up for class? Yes. Do we all shower together and then make out? NO--and I can't believe how many people ask me that.
I cannot imagine going to school somewhere else. We're a family and it seems like it was meant to be.
I am happy and at home here now. And when I go to my little log cabin in the big metropolis, I am not going to send out any mass texts to get drunk. I will probably play a game of HORSE in my driveway and lose.
I'm learning to be satisfied in trying for myself. I'm eternally grateful to the people here.