It's Not the Holiday Season

Tomorrow morning I go back to Evansville. It is a strange feeling because for a good eleven years past, watching Christmas break end was a travesty. Now though, I can't get back soon enough. England has taken everyone (<--moderate hyperbole) but still, I need to get out of Memphis. The break has been way too emotionally stressful (despite a healthy dose of great fun) and right now being in this city just reminds me that I am sad. I have trouble figuring out what I got out of the past few weeks, because there was all this excellent stuff--seeing my friends from home and getting and giving presents and laughing and shouting and talking on the phone and driving everywhere--that means Christmas 2k7 and the surrounding time off was a success, but I have never spent more hurrah-not-in-school time feeling so sad, and lonely. Hattie said sometime during this time that next semester I'll just be like all the other kids who go to college and have an okay time and are basically happy but wish they were happier, but that the difference between me and them is I get to know that the perfect miracle I had first semester is going to come back to me. I think that's a pretty good way to look at it.

At any rate, Memphis, thank you for your time, and I love you, but I'm through and nothing but ready to be nowhere but Evansville. Got that? I really don't want to have to handle any more time here because right now all I can think about is sucky, and I know at school there's some goodness left to be had.