After a summer of (in a nutshell) working in a dining hall, biking, hanging with friends (well, mostly friend), and living at home, I am ready for school. So ready for school - the beginning of the summer left me with nothing to look forward to - more imbecile professors, dull papers, and rote memory tests. But behold! Two months of living of navigating the parental conflict, not only verbally and emotionally, but physically (I'll just say that I'm glad we've collected contact lens cases over the years).
So yes, Portland's charm has increased in my eye considerably over the past weeks. The room I am going to move into seems perfect in my mind, ready to be decorated. It has transformed from a spot of long loneliness to comfortable, cozy home.
Similarly, my "measly three friends" in Portland have turned into an abundance - who needs more than that? After Petaluma it seems like such a delight. I'm even excited about being in charge of making my own food - that will last all of three days. Or one.
What I'm trying to say is...Petaluma is all fine and good, and I love my room (newly moved and gooooorgeous perfect), but wow I want my own life back. Boring, life-wasting classes and all.
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