wrong island
for some reason my house on long island feels smaller than my basement apartment in providence. its really really sad. i keep looking around telling myself that this is it. i'm here now. and i can't go back. that's not even my apartment anymore. although i still have my key which i should probably send back to my landlord soon anyway.
it was really great to have lizzy staying at our place for the past couple of days. and joe too. i feel like we were a little family and today when we were cleaning the house lizzy said it was kinda like the last episodes of the real world when they all have to leave. i made it out with only really crying once this morning. so i think i did pretty good.
this last week was without a doubt one of the best weeks of my life. it was perfect. and that made it so much harder to leave. but i guess its better to leave on a high note. one where i feel honestly cared about by the people i spent time with, as opposed to having hung out with large groups of people who could care less whether i was there or not. i wouldn't have done it any other way.
i'm really glad that sitting in the rain at graduation made me sick, because its a good excuse to look as worn out as i do, when honestly its mostly because i'm extremely bummed and exhausted. not a half hour after getting in the car to go home i was already being bombarded with text messages from beth and lizzy. we totally have separation anxiety.
i hope i can adjust to home quickly. or else i'm pretty much screwed. i have to keep reminding myself that the best has yet to come. and cheesy things like how this is just the beginning of my life and so on and blah blah blah.
it was really great to have lizzy staying at our place for the past couple of days. and joe too. i feel like we were a little family and today when we were cleaning the house lizzy said it was kinda like the last episodes of the real world when they all have to leave. i made it out with only really crying once this morning. so i think i did pretty good.
this last week was without a doubt one of the best weeks of my life. it was perfect. and that made it so much harder to leave. but i guess its better to leave on a high note. one where i feel honestly cared about by the people i spent time with, as opposed to having hung out with large groups of people who could care less whether i was there or not. i wouldn't have done it any other way.
i'm really glad that sitting in the rain at graduation made me sick, because its a good excuse to look as worn out as i do, when honestly its mostly because i'm extremely bummed and exhausted. not a half hour after getting in the car to go home i was already being bombarded with text messages from beth and lizzy. we totally have separation anxiety.
i hope i can adjust to home quickly. or else i'm pretty much screwed. i have to keep reminding myself that the best has yet to come. and cheesy things like how this is just the beginning of my life and so on and blah blah blah.