Home sweet home.
Home sweet boring home.
Home sweet boring upredictable home.
Home sweet boring unpredictable comfortable home.
Why am I not on some beach somewhere soaking up rays during spring break? I haven't quite figured that out. I came home instead to catch up: on rest, on reading, on schoolwork, and on writing. As a result: I am bored out of my mind, and it's only the second day of break.
I've been talking to people online about break and coming home, specifically about how I feel like I lead two lives: the one at school, where it's in my hands and under my control, and then this other life at home, that I have little control over. I kinda miss my old life: being with friends and such. After high school, my friends and I informally broke up: we all went to different schools. I went to La Salle, in Philly, which seperated me by distance: as a resuly, my friends and I don't talk much at all. This sucks, because when I'm home, I miss them.
I miss them.
Even at school, I miss 'em...we had some great times: like the time I was driving on the wrong side of the road because it was snowing and almost killed matt, derek and myself...or just working at Hoyts together was always a blast...or hanging out at the Loch Raven Reservoir...*sigh*
Yeah, it happens to most groups of people I realize upon graduation (oops, "commencement") from high school. But it sucks. Having moved twice (from Roselle, NJ to Millville, NJ, and then from Millville, NJ, to Baltimore, MD) cheated me out of any of those childhood-long best friendships.
Oh well, things should get better this week: hopefully will meet up with some people and do some stuff that will be interesting. (I'm leaving it open-ended so as not to bog it down with expectations.
So, if you're reading this, and are a member of my present or past, and want to hang out while I'm home, give me a holler.
The beginning of a long week...but it won't be long enough when I return next week to La Salle.
-matt
Currently listening to: Weezer (1994), by Weezer