Going home again...
Isn't strange what we dream about, and even stranger what we actually end up remembereing? I won't go into detail, but I've been remembering my dreams lately, and what it comes down to is this- what is my sub-conscious thinking??
My dream friday night (saturday morning) was a little on the depressing side, actually, and kinda set my mood off for a good bit of the day. It got me really dreading the fact that I would be home in a week, something I actually admitted to my mother on the phone. strangely enough, she said she understood and that that was the way things were supposed to be.....a completely unexpected response from one of the two ppl who cannot wait to see me. my doggie is not doing too well (healthwise- in her mind, she's still a pup), and so I fear the coming week may consist of some last moments....I know she's just a dog, but to me, she is much more than that, and no matter how many dogs I end up owning in the future, she will never be replaced.
I hate ending this on a depressing note, though....especially since I'm not depressed, at least not anymore. I'm not exactly jumping for joy, but I am looking forward to break and being home now. Hopefully I will get some sort of vision of what to do over the summer (work). I would especially like to find companionship outside my family, since I spent way too much time watching movies by myself last break.....and maybe even some sort of outlet or hobby to get involved with.
....my optimism, I am glad to report, remains in-tact.
My dream friday night (saturday morning) was a little on the depressing side, actually, and kinda set my mood off for a good bit of the day. It got me really dreading the fact that I would be home in a week, something I actually admitted to my mother on the phone. strangely enough, she said she understood and that that was the way things were supposed to be.....a completely unexpected response from one of the two ppl who cannot wait to see me. my doggie is not doing too well (healthwise- in her mind, she's still a pup), and so I fear the coming week may consist of some last moments....I know she's just a dog, but to me, she is much more than that, and no matter how many dogs I end up owning in the future, she will never be replaced.
I hate ending this on a depressing note, though....especially since I'm not depressed, at least not anymore. I'm not exactly jumping for joy, but I am looking forward to break and being home now. Hopefully I will get some sort of vision of what to do over the summer (work). I would especially like to find companionship outside my family, since I spent way too much time watching movies by myself last break.....and maybe even some sort of outlet or hobby to get involved with.
....my optimism, I am glad to report, remains in-tact.