One. Week.
Okay. So. Instead of doing the short story that's due in a few hours (Ugh I just have to end that shit, the story is going nowhere, I have enough good grades in that class for it to not really matter if I do poorly on it, and you can't get below a B anyway) I feel like writing an el jay entry instead. Woo.
So. I am sitting in my bed, still smelling like hangover from yesterday because I need to find conditioner to borrow from someone before I take a shower. Listening to music. Missing home so much just because it's so close. Missing Aaron a lot. Trying to picture what his car looks like now after hitting a deer last night, haha.
I'm still more or less terrified to go home though. All the leftover shit from my dad passing will be waiting for me, all sorts of paperwork and such and going back to his apartment to sort through his stuff yet again. Finding little tokens to take back with me and treasure. I still need to find his Umass sweatshirt, the big grey one. And the Joy Of Sex book because I remember I teased him endlessly about that thing after he found it at the dump and put it in the bookcase in the livingroom, where me and my friend found it when we were 12. That book actually gave me nightmares. It was written in the 60's or something and had illustrations of two very hippie-esque people demonstrating...everything... I don't know, it's a silly little memory of my dad that I'd like to have. Sadly I think he either threw it away or hid it somewhere since I made fun of him so much for it.
Also, I had my "I don't want to go home" moment at the last travel meeting. I was sitting next to Heather and Jessa and they were chatting with each other and I was staring into space and my eyes landed on a picture of the "Kiss" sculpture. And I remembered how I actually saw that famous sculpture at the Louvre in Paris. And I might never see it again. And it was just kind of this passing thought that made me sad. In a week this place won't be my home anymore. I won't have this annoyingly large loft bed, the geese or fucking ridiculous bells won't wake me up at random hours of the morning, I can't walk to the Linden on Wednesday nights, or get soup and a toastee at the Vink, or wine at Sophie's, I can't leave for some fun and exotic place every weekend.
I miss home, but moreso I miss the people. I miss Boston more than Hatfield. I'm going to miss Christmas since I'll be away... but I like Europe. It will definately take some adjusting once I'm home. I wish I could go home and come back whenever I wanted.
Despite all my complaining and random bouts of depression this semester I've actually made some pretty cool friends. Met many awesome people. Got closer with people I only knew a little bit last year. Hopefully the friendships will last and we'll have little Castle Reunions.
One week.... ugh now to get back to that work I was talking about...
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round...
-The Flaming Lips
So. I am sitting in my bed, still smelling like hangover from yesterday because I need to find conditioner to borrow from someone before I take a shower. Listening to music. Missing home so much just because it's so close. Missing Aaron a lot. Trying to picture what his car looks like now after hitting a deer last night, haha.
I'm still more or less terrified to go home though. All the leftover shit from my dad passing will be waiting for me, all sorts of paperwork and such and going back to his apartment to sort through his stuff yet again. Finding little tokens to take back with me and treasure. I still need to find his Umass sweatshirt, the big grey one. And the Joy Of Sex book because I remember I teased him endlessly about that thing after he found it at the dump and put it in the bookcase in the livingroom, where me and my friend found it when we were 12. That book actually gave me nightmares. It was written in the 60's or something and had illustrations of two very hippie-esque people demonstrating...everything... I don't know, it's a silly little memory of my dad that I'd like to have. Sadly I think he either threw it away or hid it somewhere since I made fun of him so much for it.
Also, I had my "I don't want to go home" moment at the last travel meeting. I was sitting next to Heather and Jessa and they were chatting with each other and I was staring into space and my eyes landed on a picture of the "Kiss" sculpture. And I remembered how I actually saw that famous sculpture at the Louvre in Paris. And I might never see it again. And it was just kind of this passing thought that made me sad. In a week this place won't be my home anymore. I won't have this annoyingly large loft bed, the geese or fucking ridiculous bells won't wake me up at random hours of the morning, I can't walk to the Linden on Wednesday nights, or get soup and a toastee at the Vink, or wine at Sophie's, I can't leave for some fun and exotic place every weekend.
I miss home, but moreso I miss the people. I miss Boston more than Hatfield. I'm going to miss Christmas since I'll be away... but I like Europe. It will definately take some adjusting once I'm home. I wish I could go home and come back whenever I wanted.
Despite all my complaining and random bouts of depression this semester I've actually made some pretty cool friends. Met many awesome people. Got closer with people I only knew a little bit last year. Hopefully the friendships will last and we'll have little Castle Reunions.
One week.... ugh now to get back to that work I was talking about...
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round...
-The Flaming Lips