I cannot believe myself. I have been in Bloomington for going on 6 days now, and I cannot help but feel like I want to go home. I am having fun, I truly am; however, I miss home. More so, I miss my usual schedule: school, study, visit friends/study with friends, and then go home to hang out with my “g-money” before bed. I feel bad because, well, my cousin and his wife are always so welcoming and he really wanted me to visit. I am not going to lie; I am having fun, which is why I came. I just feel maybe I could have done a couple days and then headed back home. I think a majority of it is thinking I had a week of free time that I could have used to my advantage to study and did not do so. Also, I miss my friends back at home and that makes me think if I have only been here a week…what am I going to do when I move? I want to go back to reading; watching Scrubs; I miss my guitar; I miss my dad and my brothers and sisters; I miss driving my car; I miss my grandparents; I miss The Buck; I miss my bed. I do not usually get homesick, yet I am now. I guess I got myself so involved in routine I had not noticed. Maybe I just feel that if I am home, there is a chance I will run into her, or something would come up and I could be close to her, if needed. I still cannot take Dan’s advice “why let someone who gave you so little, take so much.”
“You say you're fine
But you're still young, and out of line
All I need is to turn around,
To make it last, to make it count”
