bittersweet
This weekend was full of constant reminders of the comforts of home. Parents weekend was wonderful. Me, being the big loser that I am, loved being able to see my parents and spending as much time as possible with them. And the crazy decorations my mom gave me, the tons of goodies she brought from home, my scarf and gloves, shopping, random driving around, idealic scenes walking through the National Cathedral, dinner with Phil and the rents...honestly, the list could go on forever. It's a comfort that isn't really found with the 318 family yet. But then again, comparing two months to eighteen years with my parents...I dunno.
And then messages from Becca and talking to Zulara helped too. I love the Starbucks story - as horribly pathetic (?) as we are, the fact that I was missed made/makes me feel so loved. Because I think that's my problem lately...I don't feel like I'm connected. And that's what college does. And that's why you make new friends. But for me, it's all about comfort and love...and I miss certain aspects of being able to see people.
I'm tired. I have midterms coming up. A paper to write. But I want to go swinging at night...have random convos...drive around blasting music...sit in Starbucks...and just feel totally comfortable again.