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I come home in a week. I don't think i could be happier about this. Finals week is gonna be a fight to the finish. it will be okay though. My parents sent me a box full of stuff to make the finals week easier. It gets here tomorrow. I love things from home, they always seem to make life a little easier. Easier is good.
I can't wait to see some people really soon. The first thing I'm doing when I get home is going to Starbucks with my momma, drinking an eggnog latte and eating something so high in calories I don't even want to think about it.
I realized that the things I miss most are the little things. Waking up and smelling the rain. Walking outside barefooted and having to dodge the slugs. driving nowhere and everywhere all at once. visiting people at work. Having friends i can be around with no makeup and weird hair and PJs and not feeling judged by them.
I'm singing a song called "Lied Der Mignon" by Franz Schubert. The girl is talking about being far from everything she loves and knows. I find that I can't put enough into it for fear that I wont be able to control my voice anymore.
i hope its raining when i get home.