November 12 2011 • 09·05 pm

This song is on repeat while I am straining my arms trying to put my curtains back up. I head home in two days after what seems like a lifetime gone and away from everything good and the people who love me. I’m surrounded by cardboard boxes and furniture that seems ancient to me despite the fact I’ve only owned it since February. Last year it wasn’t this hard and I’m determined that next year it won’t be either, but all I have been doing for this past month is dreaming about home.