ooooookay, so since i've been up here, things have been generally going well. i've made a nice group of friends, i'm doing things, getting along with people, life is good. for the most part. sort of. i guess. sometimes life is not so good, really. i miss home, kinda. i miss having all the people i love around me; friends and family. i miss the general affection from people. i miss the places... oh i don't know... i just want to go back to the time when i wasn't responsible for myself, but i thought i was. that was good. that was a good way to be. i want to go back to the late nights with old friends, laughing and talking and doing nothing, and that feeling where you know that moment will be one you'll look back on in ten/twenty/thirty/whatever years and remember with a smile. i miss my cat. i don't know anyone small and fat and fuzzy who falls asleep on my stomach here. and no one purrs when i pull their ears. but when i think about moving back... yes, it's an option... but is it even worth considering? blargh. i'm 1000 miles away from home, and it feels like it lately. i just want to go to sleep for a loooooooong time and wake up in my bed at home three months ago. is that so much to ask?