Is the first break home from college supposed to feel this weird? I don't know, something about being home makes me feel so stagnated and just stuck. It's like I've moved on from this place and am not sure what to do with myself now that I am here. I do not want to see people from high school. I do not want to do things with my parents. All my fun and excitement and lovely people are in Ohio, not here!
My house also feels very strangely dead or just not awake. Like I just suddenly noticed how... beige... everything is. And its like every single corner of the house is stuffed with newspapers or books, just paper. All the rest is so sparse.
So begins day 2 of break! I am trying to read Infinite Jest in its entirety to pass the time. So far it's not as hard to understand as everyone says, but chronologically it's a little confusing. I am wondering if David Foster Wallace is perhaps a little overrated. Also I am starting this blog cause Rachel inspired me to! And I will be starting my internship soon so that'll take up some time. Also rereading old books, trying to watch everything on my Netflix instant queue, doing more yoga, making clothes, FINALLY LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE. finally.
One thing I've noticed since being home is just how weird my parents are/ my relationship is with them. I don't think they can handle not babying me. I'm so independent at school so it really sucks to come home and feel under house arrest...
This stupid 1 hour you have to buy something Peets coffee internet time will be running out soon so I should go. I spent most of the time trying to write an email to my potential new roommate. emails just make everyone sound so awkward.
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