Heals The Original Dryness

*coughs, hurts throat* ow...

i brought my comforter quilt from home to college. i woke up this morning (ok, afternoon... around 3...) to foot steps up and down the hall and i really felt like i was at my house, and i was going to open my eyes and see my room and then go down stairs and join my dad for breakfast while sitting in bathrobes. i think this tells you how much time i spend in my dorm sleeping alone. if theres no warm body next to me, i assume i'm in my room at home.

hm... home... interesting, strangly relative in a way i thought it never would be. i always say "i went home this weekend" when i spend the weekend at benn's, cuase well, palo alto is closer to san jose than santa cruz so yes, i guess that could be considered going home. but then people ask "oh, where do you live?" and i want to say "san jose" but i really don't live in san jose anymore, i spend way more time in palo alto, but i don't actually live in palo alto, tho i could spend every weekend comfortably there, and went to school there, and most of my friends live up there.... and then here at santa cruz, i feel much more "at home" over at porter and with the people there, and when ever i have free time i have an urge to go over there and see what people are doing, and there have been days where i have completely neglected my room here at cowell... i wish it were next year and we were all living in a house together... that would be a wonderful home...