Old Habits

Jan 11, 2007 23:20

Few feelings are lonlier than leaving Cavanaugh Hall at night- walking into the cold, through 3 parking lots, fumbling for your key, starting your car, taking the long way home while listening to NPR the whole way. On the way in, the discussion was about neglected international crisis zones, on the way back, some guy is talking about romantic films to watch with that "special someone". The drive just got lonlier.

I arrived in a war zone. I left all alone.
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