Hello one and all. It is me, your finally mopey, sad sack of a pal.
Today was a bit of a rough one. Up until this point, I've been all positive and happy and eager like an overly enthusiastic Labrador. I figured that at some point I would reach the end of my metaphorical happy leash and become homesick, but I didn't really know when it would hit me. Today it did.
I don't know what triggered it. But woe is me, I am homesick finally. So everyone back home, please know that I miss you. I miss my house, I miss my bed, my friends, my puppy. I have to keep reminding myself that I chose this, that this was what I wanted. No one forced me to do this, I wanted to do this from the very beginning. But the novelty is starting to wear off, and I'm stuck what-iffing. Which is the WORST thing to do.
So now I am sitting in my room all aloney, feeling a bit miz (miserable) because I haven't got any pals with me. It's a tragic existence. Luckily I have the Sheldon Cooper bobblehead that my dad got me. (For anyone who doesn't know who that is, or if you do know who it is and need a good laugh, go on YouTube and watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AA0VwRVUDU4 THANKS)
What I keep forgetting is that even if I wasn't doing this, it would have happened anyway. I would have gone to college and left my parents and friends and house.
But sometimes perspective is hard to maintain when you're 18 going on 5 and all you want is to snuggle your dog.
Babay, my friends. Next post will be happier, PWOMISE.
No comments:
Post a Comment