Sep 21, 2005 01:46
Home is that imaginary place. And I'm not sure if I believe that particular lie anymore. Every time I go up to my parents house anymore nothing wonderful or even great really comes from it, and good is a seldom occurrence. I have to go home by Sunday night though because Monday morning i have my follow up doc appointment from when i was hospitalized. I don't know how this trip is going to turn out, but I'm not so sure it will be good or bad for that matter. It may just kind of exist, like the minor inconvenience of not finding a parking spot. Or it maybe more like the migraine that keeps you from all your morning classes. then again it could be like the hugs i got on my birthday. Problem with my rents house is I never know anymore. -shrugs-
And maybe I'm just worrying prematurely. Maybe I should be more focused on the facts that the semester is going really well so far, that i spent a really good night with a friend, or that if all goes to hell i still get to come back here to people that care. -sighs- It's nice having people that care. Maybe I should just focus on continuing to build my own home here; its worked well so far. Swapping dinner on Tuesday nights, making our own traditions, the house d&d game; make this place my home. i look forward to all our stuff. I care about the people here, and what happens to them; perhaps even more then i do the people from up north. i guess that's what i figured out tonight. -shrugs-
Anyways, who's in for celebratory drinking when i get back that Monday night. I don't got class Tuesday till like 2ish, and there's always that bottle of Spanish wine I've been saving....or maybe just some amaretto.....