Well, so far break has taught me the irrefutable "You can't go home again" etc. etc. rule, though I kind of gathered it from the times I spent here during Isabel and Thanksgiving. Not always a bad thing, just a weird thing...that the dorm is where I live but it isn't home, and here is home--but it isn't where I live. Is this limbo? Or will I find an in-between somewhere between the shadows and the dreams?
Pardon my melodrama...I'm hungry and tired and not quite sure what to write. Plus I missed taking my Concerta and my mind isn't running at full capacity. Perhaps tomorrow...