Still no news on Erin's mother, but I think things are looking optimistic. Or so I like to hope.
I have finally finished my first term of university. I really am an adult now, I guess. Today is also the official "3 months living away from home" day, so hurrah for me. I guess.
I certainly don't feel much older, or much more mature, than I did three months ago. I feel skinnier ('cause I am, from lack of eating). I feel sleepier (I swear, I sleep about 12 hours a day here...or at least, lie in my bed for 12 hours a day). I feel more alone. But not older. But not like I'm old enough to be living on my own.
At any rate, I am headed off to home on Monday, for a whole month of glorious nothing. I've had a pretty good past couple of weeks, on the whole. Gravity Man came up Sunday night, and left yesterday morning. It was probably the best week I've had since I've been up here, just very generally really nice to be that close to someone and spend that much time together. We watched the election results, and Monday Night RAW (it was sort of interesting...I'm going to be open-minded about the whole thing), and Life Is Beautiful...which I maintain is one of the best movies of all time.
I don't have much more to say, other than that I'm glad to be going home.
Rhiannon
"and all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity reminding me how I long to be homeward bound..."