home is where the stuff is...
So I went home to Brooklyn for the weekend and it was possibly the worst experience of my life. It felt incredibly strange, nothing like home.
Not to mention I was stuck on the bus ride from hell and my dad didn't pick me up at the bus stop like he was supposed to because of misinformation as to when I'd get there. So basically, I spent Friday night silently fuming.
ALso, my old room is empty save for a couple of boxes. Plus, my mother gave my bed to the cats. THE CATS!! And worse, the sheets had not be changed or anything so the cat hair was everywhere.
Saturday, I spent a total of 4 hours with my mom and 1 hour with my dad because everyone had to work and I still hadn't began my Hemingway Paper.
But what struck me most of all, was that I was homesick. Yes homesick for my room in Boston with my friends and my things and my bed that I don't have to share with any animals that lick themselves.
I LOVE BOSTON. I LOVE MY SCHOOL. I LOVE MY JOB. I LOVE MY FRIENDS (except when they reenact Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's troubled marriage on loop)
IT FEELS LIKE HOME.
Not to mention I was stuck on the bus ride from hell and my dad didn't pick me up at the bus stop like he was supposed to because of misinformation as to when I'd get there. So basically, I spent Friday night silently fuming.
ALso, my old room is empty save for a couple of boxes. Plus, my mother gave my bed to the cats. THE CATS!! And worse, the sheets had not be changed or anything so the cat hair was everywhere.
Saturday, I spent a total of 4 hours with my mom and 1 hour with my dad because everyone had to work and I still hadn't began my Hemingway Paper.
But what struck me most of all, was that I was homesick. Yes homesick for my room in Boston with my friends and my things and my bed that I don't have to share with any animals that lick themselves.
I LOVE BOSTON. I LOVE MY SCHOOL. I LOVE MY JOB. I LOVE MY FRIENDS (except when they reenact Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's troubled marriage on loop)
IT FEELS LIKE HOME.