I feel like in the past I've been sitting around at school, daydreaming about how great it will be to go home and lounge around and see people. This year, I think I've finally hit that point where I call college "home": "I'm getting a ride home with Becky Miller," "When I get home I'll start looking for Quintet music," "when I get home I'll start going to the gym." I barely remember what I like about Indy. I went to Qdoba and Starbucks tonight and it was great, but sitting around in Starbucks I kept waiting for someone I know to walk in, someone I could distract from a paper or woo into loving the ukulele. I wanted to talk to Diana or Matt or Aileen, to know not only the music playing but who recorded it when, and who made the art on the walls. I don't want to go to my big "Indiana" church tomorrow, with little old women disappointed I haven't yet found a husband and those same tedius questions, "how long have you been home?" "When are you going back? oh, good, so we have you for a few more weeks...." "Have you found a special someone yet?" "And I'm sure your grades are good. What are you studying, again?" Hopefully the snow will take care of that for me.
Or maybe I'll make up a boyfriend so the little old women won't be so disappointed.