I've been home for a week. I still have boxes that have yet to be unpacked, and emotions/thoughts that have yet to be set free.
A week and two days ago, I experienced a big change. I left the comfy confines of my beloved alma mater and moved back into my parents house for a long, and what I think will become, lonely summer. If the last week is any indication, I think I'm going to get a teensy bit sick of my parents, though I love them dearly. It will help when my sister comes back home from all of her adventures - I'm no good at this only child thing.
It's a hard thing to leave the people you love. I sit in my basement at night and watch TV, all the while thinking, "If I were in Springfield, what would I be doing?" Probably the exact same thing, but I'd have a roommate or a boy from across the street watching the TV with me.
In high school I was good at being alone and I kept myself busy, and at the time I thought I was content. But I've come to find I need my people about me. Maybe I was content then, I guess I just hadn't met my best friends yet.
The highlight of this week was watching Indiana Jones and The Muppet Show with Lindsey. We had a some good talks and it was nice to hang out with a person under forty-nine for once. :-D
I still can't let myself realize the enormity of the fact that I won't be returning to Drury yet. Does that make me pathetic?
