Homesick
This morning I woke up and put on on Daniel Powter's Bad Day. There was no particular reason, I just saw it on the list of music I have and thought, Hey, I'm in the mood for that.
It made me so homesick for my little messy half of a room across the hall from the bathroom with that damn radio playing the same ten songs over and over again at a volume loud enough to come through my door when trying to nap on the window seat. It made me want so badly to go next door and visit Courtney, or go downstairs and run into Keara while procrastinating on a paper, or go into the lounge on a Sunday night for the last moments of the weekend and watch Grey's Anatomy.
On the walk to campus I started thinking, "What if suddenly the troubles between Ukraine and Russia over fuel lines blows up and foreigners aren't allowed in...then I could go back to the Deeg in three weeks."
But then I realized, that along with being a horrible thing to wish on the countries I was imagining war for, that I wouldn't get to live in the house anyway. It's already full. So, I'll have to suck it up and wait until January.
It made me so homesick for my little messy half of a room across the hall from the bathroom with that damn radio playing the same ten songs over and over again at a volume loud enough to come through my door when trying to nap on the window seat. It made me want so badly to go next door and visit Courtney, or go downstairs and run into Keara while procrastinating on a paper, or go into the lounge on a Sunday night for the last moments of the weekend and watch Grey's Anatomy.
On the walk to campus I started thinking, "What if suddenly the troubles between Ukraine and Russia over fuel lines blows up and foreigners aren't allowed in...then I could go back to the Deeg in three weeks."
But then I realized, that along with being a horrible thing to wish on the countries I was imagining war for, that I wouldn't get to live in the house anyway. It's already full. So, I'll have to suck it up and wait until January.