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I'm home and I'm still trying to force myself to comprehend it. I feel like I just slept through an entire year, and suddenly woke up home again. There is no possible way I just spent eight months in Ithaca, and now I'm back in Millis. I'm writing this to try to force myself to comprehend. I am home for three months. I will not be back to Ithaca for three months. I am a quarter of the way done with college.
I just can't get my head around it.
Today was so strange. It felt almost anti-climactic. My exam was so much easier than expected, and I strolled back to my room around noon. I stripped the sheets and mattress pads off my bed, and there it was, the bare mattress I had not seen since August 26th. A bunch of people came to visit to say goodbye as I was leaving, but they didn't feel like goodbyes. I guess they're not permanent goodbyes, they're just "see you in three months" goodbyes. I'm so used to daily lunches and dinners with Allison (and dowsing said meals in hot sauce), nicknames and verbal abuse from Eric, gossip from Seth, the amusing antics of Toni and Erica, Friday Night Dinners, random visits from Casey. None of that for three months. So many things that will never be the same as they were this semester. I have re-written the next sentence in this entry about a thousand times and can't come up with anything to actually wrap up what I'm trying to say. I just want to sit and talk about my Ithaca friends for the next three days straight, because they're amazing. This entry said absolutely nothing, but I think it helped. It helped me to feel sad at least, which is better than being stuck in a state of disbelief and just overall weirdness. I just hope everyone from IC doesn't fall off the face of the earth for the summer, because I don't think I can survive like that after eight straight months.
I just can't get my head around it.
Today was so strange. It felt almost anti-climactic. My exam was so much easier than expected, and I strolled back to my room around noon. I stripped the sheets and mattress pads off my bed, and there it was, the bare mattress I had not seen since August 26th. A bunch of people came to visit to say goodbye as I was leaving, but they didn't feel like goodbyes. I guess they're not permanent goodbyes, they're just "see you in three months" goodbyes. I'm so used to daily lunches and dinners with Allison (and dowsing said meals in hot sauce), nicknames and verbal abuse from Eric, gossip from Seth, the amusing antics of Toni and Erica, Friday Night Dinners, random visits from Casey. None of that for three months. So many things that will never be the same as they were this semester. I have re-written the next sentence in this entry about a thousand times and can't come up with anything to actually wrap up what I'm trying to say. I just want to sit and talk about my Ithaca friends for the next three days straight, because they're amazing. This entry said absolutely nothing, but I think it helped. It helped me to feel sad at least, which is better than being stuck in a state of disbelief and just overall weirdness. I just hope everyone from IC doesn't fall off the face of the earth for the summer, because I don't think I can survive like that after eight straight months.