Well, I'm all packed up, minus my toiletries and tomorrow's outift. Can't say being home has been...fun, exactly, but I can say that it was definetely nice to relax a little and enjoy the time off of work and school. Although my family drives me crazy, and quite often at that, I do miss them terribly when I'm away at school. It's nice to come home every once in a while and be driven crazy.
It's kind of sad for me, too, because this is the last time I'll ever actually live at home. Aside from Spring Break, which I might not even come home for, this isn't my house anymore - it's where I grew up. And there's something sort of sad about that, because it means I'm saying good bye to a lot. But more than sadness there's a fondness knowing that this is where I come from and that this will always be my first true home. It's where I'm leaving so much behind. But that's okay to, because that's what has to happen.
Again, I have to quote A.E. Houseman, because thanks to tabaqui I've fallen in love with his words. I think this is very much appropriate for how I'm looking at my life.
"Now dreary dawns the eastern light,
And fall of eve is drear,
And cold the poor man lies at night,
And so goes out the year.
Little is the luck I've had,
And oh, 'tis comfort small
To think that many another lad
Has had no luck at all."
It's kind of sad for me, too, because this is the last time I'll ever actually live at home. Aside from Spring Break, which I might not even come home for, this isn't my house anymore - it's where I grew up. And there's something sort of sad about that, because it means I'm saying good bye to a lot. But more than sadness there's a fondness knowing that this is where I come from and that this will always be my first true home. It's where I'm leaving so much behind. But that's okay to, because that's what has to happen.
Again, I have to quote A.E. Houseman, because thanks to tabaqui I've fallen in love with his words. I think this is very much appropriate for how I'm looking at my life.
"Now dreary dawns the eastern light,
And fall of eve is drear,
And cold the poor man lies at night,
And so goes out the year.
Little is the luck I've had,
And oh, 'tis comfort small
To think that many another lad
Has had no luck at all."