I have heartburn. I hate this. I hate my stomach!

(And I guess what it all comes down to is: "I want to go home." I left my home that fateful wednesday in Spring, now seven years ago, and when I came back three days later it wasn't home anymore, and I still can't seem to find it again.

Why does it all keep coming back to that?)

In more cheerful news:

Wonder if I can add some eyeliner in PS.


From: [identity profile] darksong.livejournal.com


My friend Sam (who is finishing grad school) and I keep having these long conversations about how we don't know what we're doing, where we're going, what is after all of this. And it's scary. I spent so much of high school thinking "this isn't all there is" and that was true. But now it's more like, "what's after this?"

And really, if moving to the U.S. feels right for you because you have friends here, I think that's a good reason. It's a better reason than most. I've been telling people I'm moving to Ann Arbor, MI since my brother's moving back there and some other friends have talked about going there. (I have a vision of just packing up all my friends and taking them all with me where ever I go.)

I don't have any answers for you, just that I do know where you're coming from.
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