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So I just lived maybe 2 and half months with only weekly internet access and now it's like i'm an amish teenager who gets to have that one crazy excursion into the technological world before returning to that previous lifestyle. The shiny screen blinks at me and I'm on late nights again. I miss the farm, having my hands in the dirt, my feet on the ground, and a carrot in my mouth. But I also admit to enjoying this indulgence.
I can't stop thinking. My mind is darting around in little circles of type face. I admit that after all this time I still quite genuinely dislike New Jersey, and am only mildly enchanted by the city, maybe only because I can't go for walks at night and feel safe.
I like the lights and the colors and the food! But I'm still hell bent on finding a place I can call home for more than two weeks at a time. Honestly I haven't spent more than two weeks at this apartment at a time *really* and the reassurance of at least 8 months in a small apartment with good friends (even if it means I'll have someone always telling me what to read and how much and when) is comforting.
I'm thinking of people. My mind is blindly constructing a feeling of home from the faces I know, but haven't seen for a while which is probably the best I can do for now. This constant disorientation is probably good for me. It just makes me think of all the other students making the transition from summer to fall, and even though I don't have any answers anyway, good luck.
I can't stop thinking. My mind is darting around in little circles of type face. I admit that after all this time I still quite genuinely dislike New Jersey, and am only mildly enchanted by the city, maybe only because I can't go for walks at night and feel safe.
I like the lights and the colors and the food! But I'm still hell bent on finding a place I can call home for more than two weeks at a time. Honestly I haven't spent more than two weeks at this apartment at a time *really* and the reassurance of at least 8 months in a small apartment with good friends (even if it means I'll have someone always telling me what to read and how much and when) is comforting.
I'm thinking of people. My mind is blindly constructing a feeling of home from the faces I know, but haven't seen for a while which is probably the best I can do for now. This constant disorientation is probably good for me. It just makes me think of all the other students making the transition from summer to fall, and even though I don't have any answers anyway, good luck.