collegeromance

It’s true.  I’m in “my” room right now.  The room I lived in all during high school.  Once I left my mom made it into a sort of guest room, putting my quirky personality in the closet.  Now I’m in here and it feels like I walked into a doll house, and I’m the crazy psycho loose inside.

Three months.  Three months of being at home for the summer, in a room and life that I’ve completely outgrown.  I’m longing to be back where I belong, in the world of sweatpants and ramen, beer and frisbee.

In the movies people always learn something about themselves when they go home.  I fear all I have to learn is that I don’t belong here in anymore. 

Which I guess is comforting, somehow.

For any high school seniors reading this:  stay friends with at least 10 people from high school.  I’m only friends with five, and not all of them are here this summer.

Gosh.  I feel like it’s the end of the world right now. I suppose that’s a sign of immaturity.

Maybe I do still have something to learn here.

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