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The semester is almost over. It's almost time to go home. This time is strange for me because I view it as the intersection of two worlds. Even more interesting to me is the timing. Right as my perspective of the once-new reality is reaching the peak from which I would descend I leave for the home I know that holds so much memory and familiarity in clash with the person that I am now having undergone change. I don't know if that peak would exist independently in and of itself or if it only exists because there is the variable of my leaving that triggers it. I believe that peak would be a point at which my life here at this college would absorb the familiarity similar to life at home, thus "home" would no longer be a singular.
I typed this before I flew home. I'm home now. It wasn't a finished thought process at the time and I'd it still isn't. Just figured I'd post it anyway.
I typed this before I flew home. I'm home now. It wasn't a finished thought process at the time and I'd it still isn't. Just figured I'd post it anyway.