less than a mile from where I was born
in three days i journeyed from NH to NC and back again. Severed physical ties to my old school, gathered all of my earthly possessions in the back of my mother's minivan and drove 2,000 miles. Since I left that place in December I have been so relieved to finally be done with it all, but now I'm remembering what homesickness feels like. What a strange feeling to drive around my old hangouts, to be a thousand miles from what I thought was home, and know exactly where each road would lead, where to find the best ice cream, lunch, 6 pack smoke stack, amazing savings, the drip, my biodiesel place, the brew and view, rosetta's for late night dessert. i know those places, i know those roads, and now i'm back (living less than a mile from where I was born) and i think i feel sadness at the prospect that i won't see those places again until may when i go back to really say goodbye.
i'm muddled. i'm painting my room bright pink and green (coincidentally the exact colors and textures of Barbara Kingsolver's new book 'Animal, Vegetable, Miracle') i'm starting my second college tomorrow. i already paid for my books, my parking pass, i've got an outfit all picked out, and i had forgotten that first-day-of-school feeling just as i had forgotten what it was like to be homesick. i guess i've forgotten a lot.
i'm muddled. i'm painting my room bright pink and green (coincidentally the exact colors and textures of Barbara Kingsolver's new book 'Animal, Vegetable, Miracle') i'm starting my second college tomorrow. i already paid for my books, my parking pass, i've got an outfit all picked out, and i had forgotten that first-day-of-school feeling just as i had forgotten what it was like to be homesick. i guess i've forgotten a lot.