this place is becoming like home...

5 weeks ago i hated this place for having to be in my life...

but its growing on me... Im waiting for my train to come to take me home at the end of a very slow and extremely fast 11 weeks...

I havent really got much to say,

but it felt like a good way to use the few hours that i have empty today. So the end of the first term of my new adventure is over, and its been possibly the strangest experiance so far, in good and bad ways. I didnt expect it to be so hard, but i never expected to be sad to leave...

and its only for christmas...

Ive adjusted to my new home, its surroundings, its people, the familiar walk that i take every day that my feet can do while im still asleep. i thought that was only something that was possibly at home. apparently not...

It's a strange feeling not knowing where home is. maybe you can have more than one.

i think i will.

I hope the next 4 weeks go as fast and slow as the past 11 have.

I dont like it here, but i love it here,

undoubtedly, unequivocally, unabashadly yes.