Lucky in a way

I was sad a few weeks ago as I prepared to leave Brooklyn for Hamilton for a month.

Now its coming into my last week in Hamilton and as I see old friends, I’m sad again to go.

Just like the child who cries when leaving for camp, and is crying coming back.

I wondered tonight if this lonely feeling is sustainable. But on the other side of feeling sorry for myself, is the fact that the painful feeling of missing people and places can be a blessing; a reminder not to take people or good memories for granted.

When you feel like you don’t want to leave, wherever you are, it’s lucky in a way.

Weekend

As bad as the week seemed, it was really mostly trying to figure out the expectations they had for me.

Funny how the marks really don’t matter at this point. Applications are in, even interviews are finished. It’s pass fail, anyways. Yet I still can get so anxious about doing well, whatever that means.

It’s surprising how easy it is to go about more or less living on your own, not really talking to people very much in the days. But I’ve been living in my head a lot, and I’m gonna see about getting out of there a little more often.

Ahh, I love the weekends though!