Home?

I'm laying here in a bed that isn't mine, with covers that just don't feel right. The walls aren't stark white and there isn't another girl lying five feet away. I'm home, but I'm not home at all. I love Salt Lake, but Logan is my home now. I belong up at Utah State and I am having a really hard time with moving away from Merrill. Once Monday comes around, reality might begin to set in that I'm home for four months before returning to my beloved Cache Valley, but I doubt it.

I am done with my first year of college. One year. College. Me. Done. I don't know what happened to it, because it went by way too fast for me. It feels like yesterday that I was driving through Sardine Canyon to move in, yet already I've packed up, turned in my keys and driven back though the opposite way. There is now way I'm going escape the withdrawals--late night conversations with Rachelle, playing games into all hours of the night, peering out the blinds praying there isn't more snow on the ground, chastity couches, everything! Oddly I feel like my life has changed more moving back to Salt Lake than it did when I went up to school in the first place.

For the first time in my life I am actually excited for August to come fast. If I could I would move back up there tomorrow. School can't come soon enough, yet it is going to come and go faster than I want. Only 112 days left!