on going home...

Oh how nice it was to go home! I still can't believe I was on Long Island for 4 days. It was a little strange not knowing anyone there but my family but it was still fun. I did try really hard to get work done but it didn't work. I think there is something wrong with me. I can't focus. Oh well such is life. Its a funny thing going home however. Its like when you walk in the door it feels like the past two months just haven't happened. I mean it felt as if I just came back from work over the summer, I had never been to gordon conwell, I never met my friends here, and I still lived in port jeff. The same feelings come flooding back. It was so great seeing everyone again, I can't even explain how much I missed them. But I really believed that I moved on from all the crap I felt over the summer, and this week just showed me how much moving on I have left to do. I guess I just got good at forgetting about stuff and this week just made me remember. I know this is kind of mellodramatic, but I just feel so strange right now. Like when I was at home I felt like the past two months didn't happen, and now that I'm back here I feel as if the past few days didn't happen. I know I'm leaving out a lot of information... I'll fill in the blanks as I go along.