It's almost like being free...
So my father was waiting for me at the airport with two dozen of the most beautiful red roses I have ever seen. It's such... a ... relief to be home. It was really difficult to say good-bye to my roommate, however. Because, when it comes down to it, she is the reason I survived my freshman year. I will forever be indebted to her. And now... being home... it's just bizarre.
There aren't people for me to chill with at 3 am. No constant noise, or constantly having shit to do. I literally do not know what to do with myself.
Then, last night, I hung out with some people I have not seen or really talked to since about August. It was just so strange... as 48 hours ago I was hanging out with my college friends. It's like I have two lives now. Packing up was akin to getting divorced from my roomie. And then the actual stuff moving was akin to my parents being divorced and having to store half my shit at my mom's house and half at my dad's. It's just ... i don't even know yet how to process that. And my year. And the newness/oldness that is home. Because I am not the same. Home is not the same... yet so much of it IS the same.
And to think people go through this every year. heh.
There aren't people for me to chill with at 3 am. No constant noise, or constantly having shit to do. I literally do not know what to do with myself.
Then, last night, I hung out with some people I have not seen or really talked to since about August. It was just so strange... as 48 hours ago I was hanging out with my college friends. It's like I have two lives now. Packing up was akin to getting divorced from my roomie. And then the actual stuff moving was akin to my parents being divorced and having to store half my shit at my mom's house and half at my dad's. It's just ... i don't even know yet how to process that. And my year. And the newness/oldness that is home. Because I am not the same. Home is not the same... yet so much of it IS the same.
And to think people go through this every year. heh.