I came home yesterday. Home...I mean back to where I lived before...whatever it is. I came back.
I'm not sure what home is anymore. Honestly, I hope that you who are awesome and reading this blog, if you're in college I hope you are as happy as I am at Wilmington. If you're not yet, I hope you find a place that makes you feel just as at home, if not more so, than your actual home. Wilmington has done that. I'm so incredibly happy.
In lieu of that, you can imagine how weird it is for me to be back in my hometown. I love my family more than anything in this world. But at the same time, I feel like I'm not really supposed to be here or sleep in my bed or eat food from this pantry anymore. I feel like I got into a time machine and rewound to this summer before I even left. Its a strange feeling.
Sweta and I are going back tomorrow morning. I'm so insanely excited, its ridiculous. I just hate being here. I went to Wal-Mart today with my mom and my brother's girlfriend Kyla, and I hated it. The people here...I just can't stand being around them anymore. Like, I honestly can not STAND it. I thought I couldn't before, but actually getting out and being around people who have sense and respect themselves, I don't ever want to be around these people again. I so wish my family didn't live here because then I really would never have to come back.
On the bright side, I now have a coffee date with the guy I saw at the rave the other night. I worked that charm and...you know...the rest is history. ;)
By the way, my amazing friends who read this blog told me that when I said my thighs were burning from dancing at the club it made me sound like I'm fat. Just to clarify, I'm one of those rare girls that actually doesn't think this is true about herself. I'm a happy size three.
Anyway, the next time you will hear from me, I will be back home.
That's right. Home.
