Monthly Archives: September 2012

Happy

I’ve realized that I haven’t updated my blog as often as I’d like to, so I’m kind of forcing myself to write this though my brain is clouded in a sleepy haze at the moment.

I’ve been away at university for not three weeks and so far I absolutely love it here. Though I have had bouts of missing people and wanting to be alone (honestly, that first week where I was forced to socialize in order to make and keep friends was exhausting), there really isn’t anywhere I’d rather be.

I’m sure my delight is also partially due to the fact that I will be going home for Thanksgiving weekend. I’ll be there for such a short time it seems almost redundant, but when my dad told me he’d booked the ticket I became a lot happier. I cannot wait to see my friends, but I’m sure that just a few days at home will be make overly eager to get back.

Life here has been amazing. I’ve found so many like-minded people, a task that was very hard at home. However, again, I still miss my friends.

Everything’s good.

Okay, I’ll stop wasting your time and write something worthwhile next time…my past few posts haven’t been very thrilling.

– K

Not Homesick, “Peoplesick”

I’ve not been at school for a week and already I’m feeling lonely.

It’s really silly, because I feel like I have an over-abundance of friends. There’s always someone who wants to do something with me. But today I just had the most anti-social day and ended up thinking about home.

Don’t get me wrong: there is no way I would want to go back home, even to see my family and friends. There’s nothing for me there. But I miss everyone terribly. I think that’s going to be the hardest part in these months away. I’m sure I’ll be better in a bit. It’s just hard. And I feel like what inspired this sadness is the fact that I had time to log on to Facebook and see what everyone’s up to. I’d delete it if I could but that would just sever ties and not really solve the problem. I’ve realized that I have an issue with avoidance.

Tonight I think I’ll stay in and let myself be upset. Tomorrow is another day, and I’m hoping I’ll be happier.

Now to read this letter my mom wrote and included baby pictures in. I swear she’s trying to ruin me…

– K