Feeling: wistful
Listening to: silence
Reading/Watching: nothing...

Why, as I'm packing up my things to go to Hometown for Christmas, do I want to cry?

Why, packing for a week, do I feel as if I'm never coming back?

I looked forward to Thanksgiving, because I needed to escape the insanity, and was only gone three days.

Now, I'm not returning until next Sunday. It just feels like too long. This is my place. This is my room, my bed, my couch, my kitchen. My computer, my TV, my bathroom, etc. I have to clean it all and keep it pretty, but I get to have it to myself.

Okay, so it's not such a mystery why I don't want to leave.

When school ended, I had this lovely long stretch of nothing to fill up with somethings, easy somethings, pretty somethings, the kind of somethings I'd been putting off for weeks and months.

I've run out of days. I want more time in my world.

Au revoir. � dimanche.