I’m finished. My last final was this morning, and now I have simply 9 more days in Paris until I go home.
How depressing.
What’s home? : Friends, family, stove, food, school, my life.
BUT, what’s not home? That indefinable quality that is necessary for any human being to survive. The seven letter synonym of life: purpose.
I thought I’m ready for Christmas, but I’m not. I’d give up Christmas and New Year’s and all the vestiges of my old life for a chance to stay a while longer. I’m comfortable now. It’s funny how you find your place only days before you have to leave it. Just settled into my body-shaped dent and now I must ruffle the sheets. And it fails again.
I’d write more, honest, but I don’t have it in me. I once again feel as if my roots are shifting.
It’s freezing outside, and finally my verbosity eludes me.
I love you, world. I’m finally here.
How depressing.
What’s home? : Friends, family, stove, food, school, my life.
BUT, what’s not home? That indefinable quality that is necessary for any human being to survive. The seven letter synonym of life: purpose.
I thought I’m ready for Christmas, but I’m not. I’d give up Christmas and New Year’s and all the vestiges of my old life for a chance to stay a while longer. I’m comfortable now. It’s funny how you find your place only days before you have to leave it. Just settled into my body-shaped dent and now I must ruffle the sheets. And it fails again.
I’d write more, honest, but I don’t have it in me. I once again feel as if my roots are shifting.
It’s freezing outside, and finally my verbosity eludes me.
I love you, world. I’m finally here.
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