back home

It gets harder to leave every time, but every time, I muster up the strength to do it. So here I am, in College Station. I am never happy about being back until I walk in the door, and it actually feels like home. Then people start coming over, and it is confirmed: I am back in the villa. Never alone, but never bored. We had our regular Sunday night Grey’s Anatomy party with the special addition of chocolate fondue. I was tempted to lick the pot, but withheld to abide by social convention.
I woke up late this morning with nothing to do, and stepped in the shower only to remember that showers here were more like Methodist baptisms. A little sprinkle on the head is all you get. This is one thing I miss about Mosher Hall: every showertime, the water had this experiment to see if scalding heat and extreme pounding were effective methods for removing skin. It felt dangerous at first, but after a few sessions I couldn’t wait to get beat up by my shower. It was addicting- it was like my very own version of a “fight club”.
Anyway, I settle for a vigorous misting from my shower. The villa is worth the wimpy showers.

I miss my best friend/boyfriend. I miss my momma, too. Love you both.
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I wanted to cry last night when, through a mistake of extreme carelessness, I accidentally erased ALL of my pictures from Josh’s ring party at the villa (there were probably over 30), AND all the pictures of my little 8-yr-old soccer team. I thought they were saved on my computer, but failed to remember that the transfer didn’t actually work.
Just for the record, I DID have some great pictures of Josh with his face covered in lactose-free ice cream and pudding.