Lead me to a place where I'll be safe...
Over lunch this weekend with my mother, I mentioned that it was so weird that life kept moving on at home while I was away at school. It seemed to be magnified since it had been a month since I had last been home. She said that that sort of thing happened to her, too. I suppose that we think that life at home is just going to freeze when we leave, that we can leave for a month in the middle of a conversation and come back to the exact point of the discussion. But life doesn't work like that. Life moves on, and people keep going on without you.
It's so strange going home to Williamsburg after being away. Well, not my actual home, but to the general area with that group of friends. I feel more like a guest than a member. Granted, everyone knows my name and most everything about me, but still...it's weird.
I feel like I've missed so much since going to school. Actually, I'm pretty sure I have. I don't even know what all I've missed, and that sort of bugs me. But I know that this is always going to happen to me. Hell, it always happened to me when I was home.
Hm. I'm not really sure what I was going to say exactly. I just had a bunch of random thoughts I needed to get out there, and they probably don't make sense at all.
Whatever.
It's so strange going home to Williamsburg after being away. Well, not my actual home, but to the general area with that group of friends. I feel more like a guest than a member. Granted, everyone knows my name and most everything about me, but still...it's weird.
I feel like I've missed so much since going to school. Actually, I'm pretty sure I have. I don't even know what all I've missed, and that sort of bugs me. But I know that this is always going to happen to me. Hell, it always happened to me when I was home.
Hm. I'm not really sure what I was going to say exactly. I just had a bunch of random thoughts I needed to get out there, and they probably don't make sense at all.
Whatever.