ready for summer
So, if something bad can happen this week, it probably will. I won't go into too many whiny details, but I will say that it seems like everything mechanical that I own is falling apart. Everything is stressing me out. It seems like the moment I find time to rest, something comes up to prevent me from doing so. I guess this is my warm welcome to the real world...People will let me down, things will fall apart, and sleep will slowly disappear from my vocabulary.
I'm just ready to be home for the summer. I miss my mom, dad, and sister and the security they give me; and I miss my friends. I love my good friends here, but my hometown friends offer a sense of relief and normalcy for me. I'm ready to see the people I have known for my whole life; the people who have seen the good and the bad of my life and love me anyway. I'm ready to be able to say whatever I want to say without fear of how it will be received. Sometimes I feel that here, there is an unspoken (and sometimes spoken) standard I must meet before I will be accepted. At home, I know that no matter what mistakes I make or how stupid my words are, they will not think bad of me because we've known each other for too long. We've known each other beyond false pretenses and fake smiles. We've known each other through bad relationships and stupid decisions. All this is not to say that my Ole Miss friends don't hold an irreplaceable place in my heart, but to say that home is where my heart is and always will be.
The majority of my nostalgia comes from the absence of my best friend in the world, Catherine. I can honestly say that I will never find another friend like her. We live 8 hours away and I feel like I'm closer to her now than ever. With everything in my life going so crazy right now, it will be awesome to just sit with Catherine and talk about everything and nothing. She's awesome. I have never been so ready to come home, but I'm sure that by the end of the summer I will be ready to come back to Oxford and see all the awesome people here. I don't care if I'm a baby for saying all this. I miss home and I'm ready to get there, with or without a car door!
I'm just ready to be home for the summer. I miss my mom, dad, and sister and the security they give me; and I miss my friends. I love my good friends here, but my hometown friends offer a sense of relief and normalcy for me. I'm ready to see the people I have known for my whole life; the people who have seen the good and the bad of my life and love me anyway. I'm ready to be able to say whatever I want to say without fear of how it will be received. Sometimes I feel that here, there is an unspoken (and sometimes spoken) standard I must meet before I will be accepted. At home, I know that no matter what mistakes I make or how stupid my words are, they will not think bad of me because we've known each other for too long. We've known each other beyond false pretenses and fake smiles. We've known each other through bad relationships and stupid decisions. All this is not to say that my Ole Miss friends don't hold an irreplaceable place in my heart, but to say that home is where my heart is and always will be.
The majority of my nostalgia comes from the absence of my best friend in the world, Catherine. I can honestly say that I will never find another friend like her. We live 8 hours away and I feel like I'm closer to her now than ever. With everything in my life going so crazy right now, it will be awesome to just sit with Catherine and talk about everything and nothing. She's awesome. I have never been so ready to come home, but I'm sure that by the end of the summer I will be ready to come back to Oxford and see all the awesome people here. I don't care if I'm a baby for saying all this. I miss home and I'm ready to get there, with or without a car door!