all is well and good...
but i still kind of feel like crying.
listening to incoming college freshman talk about leaving home for college almost makes me jealous. this town is tiresome and, though i love my mother and brother and sister and all of my friends with every ounce of my being and every part of my soul, i cannot wait to pack up my belongings and head back to boston. this town is full of too many ghosts of both good and bad things. the good things make it hard to muster up the desire to leave, the bad make me count down the days till i am gone. it's not as if i love san antonio any less, but now is not my time to thrive in this town, it holds limited possibilities. perhaps it is this realization that makes me want to cry.
my future roommate kevin came down to san antonio friday and stayed through monday and we had a ridiculously good time. it was much needed and wonderful.
i know now why i have never tried or wanted to be in a long-distance relationship- it's because they are stupid. if we were dating, i would be losing my mind. instead, i am reading reviews of a midsummer night's dream online and seeing his picture as it appears in the paper and pining slightly...maybe a bit more than slightly, but i am trying to downplay all of this because so little about what will happen when i get back is certain and i don't want to get my hopes up or down or any wrong way. i don't even care, i don't even like him all that much. (...right...) his birthday is thursday so i suppose i will give in and call him and see how the tour is going and tell him that i would like to take him to a red sox game when we get back to boston for a belated birthday present- or is that too forward? le sigh. i hate things.
listening to incoming college freshman talk about leaving home for college almost makes me jealous. this town is tiresome and, though i love my mother and brother and sister and all of my friends with every ounce of my being and every part of my soul, i cannot wait to pack up my belongings and head back to boston. this town is full of too many ghosts of both good and bad things. the good things make it hard to muster up the desire to leave, the bad make me count down the days till i am gone. it's not as if i love san antonio any less, but now is not my time to thrive in this town, it holds limited possibilities. perhaps it is this realization that makes me want to cry.
my future roommate kevin came down to san antonio friday and stayed through monday and we had a ridiculously good time. it was much needed and wonderful.
i know now why i have never tried or wanted to be in a long-distance relationship- it's because they are stupid. if we were dating, i would be losing my mind. instead, i am reading reviews of a midsummer night's dream online and seeing his picture as it appears in the paper and pining slightly...maybe a bit more than slightly, but i am trying to downplay all of this because so little about what will happen when i get back is certain and i don't want to get my hopes up or down or any wrong way. i don't even care, i don't even like him all that much. (...right...) his birthday is thursday so i suppose i will give in and call him and see how the tour is going and tell him that i would like to take him to a red sox game when we get back to boston for a belated birthday present- or is that too forward? le sigh. i hate things.