in need of a therapist? hmmm

I'm fairly certain no one reads blogs anymore because blogs no longer exist. However, I've been wrong before. So I thought I'd throw this out there because I can, and I could use opinions. I also feel compelled to tell anyone reading this that I'm cheating. A friend of mine from school posted about home and school on our blog (SheepFarm). This was my comment back to her. So if you find yourself with nothing to do, do me a favor and tell me if all this is normal. I've never done this college thing before... : )

I miss you, too! I miss everyone. The thing is, when I'm at school I miss everyone at home. And so, I've decided that college should not end, as I've been telling Nancy, but instead it should simply move to my house. Now that we have all that figured out... I'm glad you posted about this. I've been thinking about it a lot because for me home is just the same. My best friends and I are still best friends and we just fell back into routine like the past nine months were just another year of high school or something. My house is still the same, aside from the move my parents are getting ready for (really sad, by the way). My town is the same. The only thing that's different is that I have really amazing friends and relationships with people eight hundred miles away that none of my friends/family here know.

I was walking with my friend tonight. Walking's always been our out. We've walked off countless frustrations and heartbreaks. We've walked while studying for exams. We've walked miles in our town down the same streets that we walked today. This, though, was our first walk back. There wasn't anything abnormal about it. Going for another walk, just picking up as if things weren't different. At one point, though, I just briefly had a thought about my best friends from school. Then I realized that Paige knows your names. She could probably even pick you out of pictures (because she's good like that), but she doesn't know you. That's weird for a friend as close and great as Paige is to me. For me to have these close relationships with people she's never even talked with. Weird, but not.

So I've decided... : )... going home after a year of school is weird simply because it is not.

I've also decided that my house, since I've never moved, has a ton to do with my home. It's not just because i think the house is cool (which I do) but it's because things happen here. Memories make home, too.

When I first moved to school I was so adamant about it not being my home. It would never replace my home. It didn't. But it definitely became something close to home. A word needs to be added to the English language to describe this.

I propose (not to Marcella) that we come up with a word for this phenomena... ready set go.

A few side notes: I had to sing The Doxology after our services on Sunday. People didn't know what I was doing, but I did it anyway... I miss Minter. : ) Good luck with the Alias, Sarah. And just so you know, you can't kill us. We were trained by Sydney and Jack Bristow... and Chuck Norris. : ) I'm glad we have this blog. Let's keep talking about this some... there's a ton of stuff to consider about home, I think. Maybe we should even talk about community!!! Dun dun DUN!!!

That's the end of the comment. The funny thing is I'd already written a small pamphlet, so I felt like I should stop. I have no such qualms when I'm the one posting, however. What's even funnier is that home hasn't changed but I feel like I have, out of necessity. I view things differently because of things I've learned. People don't think I've changed any, though. This, to me, is weirder still. I've noticed I do or say things and people say, "Laura's back!" like it's some surprise party or something. I'm still trying to figure out if they mean that as a good thing or something like, "Run! Hide! Go, Go, Go!" as if I'm Godzilla attacking New York. I think maybe I need post-college-freshmen-year-syndrome group therapy or something...