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My partner in crime is coming back for a sequel to her fall Northwestern cameo - it was back when everything was new, I didn't think twice about walking by myself, and the skyline still knocked me off my feet. Well, the skyline still makes me feel tiny, as I think it always will, or at least I hope so. Lord help us all if the ego gets that far out of proportion...
Anyways, this time she's visiting me at home, not reassuring me that I can make it here alone. Some things never change though - she'll appear and things will go back to normal. It will be confusing to have two people finishing my sentences at the same time, but maybe they'll just take turns. It's time for a Nebraska recharge; I was beginning to miss home, especially with the excitement lately from Craiggers and Ellie, singularly. The Michelle and the Laura, together, will be a pleasant break from the routine that has become Evanston.
Is it terrible that I go through my day-to-day to-do lists and randomly am hit with the realization that there are these people back in Lincoln think of me daily
... where as I think of them when I stop going full speed ahead? High school conditioned me to be so accustomed to living from commitment to commitment, that college doesn't really seem that different; only when I want to talk to Mom do I realize that I cannot. Bad child, you...I have selective homesickness.
Darn you, The Daily - messing up my messages...that's just uncalled for. I think I like not having all the answers for once -- college has destroyed all of my schema...oh well. It's more fun that way.
Or as that crazy guest lecturer from History and Issues would put it, you've got to blow it up and start over again. Unless that only works with newspapers...he didn't specify.
Anyways, this time she's visiting me at home, not reassuring me that I can make it here alone. Some things never change though - she'll appear and things will go back to normal. It will be confusing to have two people finishing my sentences at the same time, but maybe they'll just take turns. It's time for a Nebraska recharge; I was beginning to miss home, especially with the excitement lately from Craiggers and Ellie, singularly. The Michelle and the Laura, together, will be a pleasant break from the routine that has become Evanston.
Is it terrible that I go through my day-to-day to-do lists and randomly am hit with the realization that there are these people back in Lincoln think of me daily
... where as I think of them when I stop going full speed ahead? High school conditioned me to be so accustomed to living from commitment to commitment, that college doesn't really seem that different; only when I want to talk to Mom do I realize that I cannot. Bad child, you...I have selective homesickness.
Darn you, The Daily - messing up my messages...that's just uncalled for. I think I like not having all the answers for once -- college has destroyed all of my schema...oh well. It's more fun that way.
Or as that crazy guest lecturer from History and Issues would put it, you've got to blow it up and start over again. Unless that only works with newspapers...he didn't specify.