Approximately five thousand breakdowns later, she's still going...
I fell in love with Aaron. Finally. I'd never been sure before, but suddenly it was just so right. It was perfect. For a week. Turns out, Aaron was trying to convince himself of something that is just not there. (Those of you who know the details of the Matt break-up may note the annoying similarity.)
I was going to come home. I changed my mind. Back and forth. Back and forth. I am the most ridiculous employee of the year.
I am staying. I will do this, if for no other reason than because I want to see this area, I planned this trip, it's a long way from home, and I'll be damned if I leave New England without seeing anything but Camp Mitton and the inside of the Boston airport. I'm not going to pull another Amie, fly home, cost my parents money, and then feel like a complete loser (I refer to dropping out of school that one time.) I want my Boston trip and I want something to put on my resume and some damn good graduate school essay material! And I want to not be a loser.
Now I just have to get through it somehow.
P.S. Today I had a tick in my arm. It was gross.