Cleaning has never been so exhausting. I am such a pack rat, it’s ridiculous.
Being home has been really odd considering I’d been living in a dorm for the entire year. I mean, I’ve missed it here, but my room is SUCH a DISASTER. There are things in there that I’ve had since god-knows-when.
I am now taking a break from cleaning non-stop from the moment I got home last night until now.
To tell the truth, I’m scared of how this summer is going to turn out. I’m the only one of my group who moved to a different town for college— hell, I’m the only one who went to a completely different college— and I’m scared that my friends won’t want to hang out with me anymore. It’s different. I’m different.
Sure, I’m probably just being paranoid, but college changes people. My friends at school no longer connect to my friends at home. And now, I feel like my friends at home are just distant memories.
God, I’m pretty distracted. I can’t write this blog post consistently without looking up at the TV to watch Reba.
I’ll just see how it goes. My summer did just start after all.
