If you can get your hands on "The Mother, The Mechanic and The Path" album by The Early November, you will be a happy camper. It got erased from my iPod a few months ago and I have been a sad, sad, sad panda. It's phenomenal.
Important update: I went to a hockey game last night and it's quite possible that I enjoyed watching it more than I enjoy watching men's lacrosse games / players. I didn't even think that was possible?!
Feeling a little homesick today. Roommates went to Salt Lake for the day for the General Relief Society Meeting, but I opted to stay home because I have a giant test on Monday that I needed/need to study for. Plus, my boy friends (there's a space there for a reason haha) across the hall all went home, too, for a missionary farewell or something. Needless to say, it's been quite a waste of a perfectly good Saturday.
Being in a new place for an extended period of time is harder than I anticipated. It's like this weird roller coaster that starts off going downhill and you hate it because you don't have any friends and your bed isn't comfortable and the elevation is ridiculous and campus is so far away and it's so dry here but then it goes uphill again and you get excited because you're making friends and you know your way around town and and it's not as bad as you thought and the weather's even nice but then it starts going downhill again because you realize that you don't actually have that many friends, and they all have their own friends anyways, and you're doing horrible in your classes, and the dry air doesn't actually make your skin any better after all, and then you stay home for an entire Saturday by yourself avoiding studying for a huge test and just end up feeling sorry for yourself. And I've been away from home before. I've spent the past two summers being away from home. But at camp, I technically could have gone home whenever I wanted. And I knew that at the end of the summer, I'd be going home anyways. Here, though, I don't really know when the next time I'll be home is. I'll be there for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but that's for a few days/weeks at a time. And then I just have to come right back to this. It's not even the "home" part that I miss, really... It's more of a sense of normalcy, the feeling of actually being somewhere so familiar, the feeling of being comfortable. Okay, maybe it is the home part that I miss. I'm just stressed and homesick and not loving it.
"I never realized how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for awhile." -Juno