My time here at Dartmouth seems like it has alternately gone by faster than I could have ever dreamed, or that it’s going at a snail’s pace. There is so much to do and see every single day, but right now, nothing concerns me more than getting back home to be with my family and my dog. I miss all of my friends so terribly that it seems as though God has actually slowed time down, which would really suck. Usually Sundays go by so quickly, even though I wake up at 10 and go to bed at 2. Maybe if I go to bed early tonight, Monday will be here sooner, and the same goes for Tuesday…
It almost seems unfair; my many of my friends have been home during their first semester at school, and I would give anything just to zip down to Maryland for the weekend. People I know that live in Boston, Connecticut, or New York have been back to see their family several times, which makes me insanely jealous, and also weirded out. I guess in this day and age, Dartmouth isn’t as far away as it seems. Some go home to get their hair done, others to visit girl/boyfriends, all of which seem to me to be stupid reasons to go home. I think I’ve had so many valid reasons to visit! My mom broke her ankle, there’s been a death in the family, and my dog has been going crazy! I’d have given anything to see my mom and my dog once during the time I’ve been here.
I just hope Vinca hasn’t forgotten me.
