Home?
I find myself once again questioning what exactly is meant by the expression "Home" as I become more and more torn between two worlds. I love St. Andrews. I love the life I have there. And up until a few days ago, I couldn't wait to get back, but as my time on this side of the world begins to wind down, I almost wish I could stretch it a little longer, and just make these last few days last forever. There's so much I want to do, and so much I want to say. But I guess that's the story of my life. I never have enough time for everything that I want to do. Some people would say that that means I'm spreading myself too thin. I prefer to think that I'm trying to take advantage of every moment and every oportunity.
I'm done working now. W00t. I really like my job, but it's nice not to have to worry about it.
And the only problem with this world is that it keeps dividing. Within this universe, I'm torn between so many different things, it makes my head spin. I guess that's the lure of my college world. No choices. Things are simple, but still amazing. I really am ecstatic to get back, but I'm not quite so eager to leave as I was a week ago.
I feel detached, wherever I am.
I'm done working now. W00t. I really like my job, but it's nice not to have to worry about it.
And the only problem with this world is that it keeps dividing. Within this universe, I'm torn between so many different things, it makes my head spin. I guess that's the lure of my college world. No choices. Things are simple, but still amazing. I really am ecstatic to get back, but I'm not quite so eager to leave as I was a week ago.
I feel detached, wherever I am.