just a few more days and then...
I am suffering from a sever case of boredom, and thought I would use it to my advantage. There won't be many days left of this, so why not do some journaling!?
I leave Saturday morning to finally move back in to EC. It's been so long since I have seen anyone from school that I am been chomping at the bit. Perhaps a little too much because my parents keep asking if I'll miss them. Of course I'll miss them and my sisters and the cats, and home-cooked meals (I may miss that the most since Moffat burned!) But I really miss the fellowship and conversation of friends I've made. Coming back home just makes me miss my other life at school all the more. I felt like I had taken a step backwards this summer, reverting back to the wednesday night ritual and seeing all the people who really haven't changed.
I wonder how much I have changed since this time last year when I was going through freshman orientation. I've grown in knowledge a little, and I hope in faith, but sometimes I still feel like the petrified 19 year old who moved in to the dorm and was homesick the next three months. At least I won't have to go through all of that again!
This period of transition: building a different life outside of the family, and having to come back to an old one has made me rather frustrated and a little more reserved. Hopefully things will balance out and I'll be able to move within both easily; some day I pray I'll only have one to move about in !
I leave Saturday morning to finally move back in to EC. It's been so long since I have seen anyone from school that I am been chomping at the bit. Perhaps a little too much because my parents keep asking if I'll miss them. Of course I'll miss them and my sisters and the cats, and home-cooked meals (I may miss that the most since Moffat burned!) But I really miss the fellowship and conversation of friends I've made. Coming back home just makes me miss my other life at school all the more. I felt like I had taken a step backwards this summer, reverting back to the wednesday night ritual and seeing all the people who really haven't changed.
I wonder how much I have changed since this time last year when I was going through freshman orientation. I've grown in knowledge a little, and I hope in faith, but sometimes I still feel like the petrified 19 year old who moved in to the dorm and was homesick the next three months. At least I won't have to go through all of that again!
This period of transition: building a different life outside of the family, and having to come back to an old one has made me rather frustrated and a little more reserved. Hopefully things will balance out and I'll be able to move within both easily; some day I pray I'll only have one to move about in !