Comming back feels like comming for the first time.
I arrived early, just as i did for orientation( the perks of comming from 1500 miles away... and not being able to rearrange me flight). Everyone else will be here tomorrow.
The halls are calm, but filled with the ghost of so many stories. My room smells exactly the way it did when i walked in for the first time. I recall taking it all in and feeling slighly excited. I was on the edge of something completely new and huge. What is this whole college thing going to be like? what are the people going to be like? what is my roomate going to be like?
I wonder how my friends are, since i have been cut off from them for the past few weeks.
I almost feel relieved after being home. Life picked up where it left aff in all the right ways. We've all grown and its wonderful that our friendships have grown with us. Thats a rare thing and I am very gratious to providence for that.
There are a few differences this time. This time, the wrong side of the room is vacant. this time i have to clean my room before i can unpack. This time, I rather like the quiet solitude. There is an air of peace over wright hall. I do find myself wondering what this semester is going to be like. new teachers, new subjects, new people. I like a fresh start. This time i don't need reminders that my old life is not lost. This time I don't need to use it as a crutch. This time "i'm sitting in the same seat, but i'm not in the same place"( as carrie bradshaw on sex and the city so eloquently put it).
the boys arn't even here yet and their hallway smells like them. The air is ladden with the equal parts axe spray deoderant, dirty laundry, and take out food.
Maybe thats the sort of stuff thats just too hard to fade. The walls and the carpet suck it up, reluctant to give up the reminder of who has come and gone. Like chineese food or fish. that stuff never seems to disapate.
I miss my parents. :O) "not a girl, not yet a woman".
[ Just a note: My conolences to The family of Jerry Orbach and all of his enlightened fans. He was the core of the big apple, the heart and soul of new york city. His legacy will live on in reruns of Law and Order. If you guys havn't seen this show, sit down and catch an episode. its something i've been watching with my mom for the past 13 years.]
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At 12:15 PM,
Victoria said…
I miss you already Gato *sigh*. And I love your writing, I always have. *Big hug*
At 3:03 PM,
Gato said…
Thank you sweetie. Big hug right back at ya.
On the new layout: Like Peter, i'm a little bit confused, lol, but i'll get it. And i havn't decided whether i am comfortable with the lj listing... i'll get back to you on that.
While I understand your openness, i rather like it being the three of us quietly. I do like your new blog though. Its a neat idea.
At 9:52 PM,
Victoria said…
As always, we'll be the only three posting. People may wander in from time to time, but most of the traffic will be on Blue-Stockings and G.I.T (the useful acronym for the new blog). I'll disable the link to your lj if you want. Not a problem at all. And if it gets to be too busy around here, I'll let you know. *muah*
At 9:53 PM,
Victoria said…
*ERG!!!* Don't mulit-task when blogging. You write stupid things. I should have said, "I'll fix it" not "I'll let you know." I'm such a punk...in the non-18th Century-prostitute sense of course...
At 12:40 AM,
Gato said…
sure.
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