Hopeless

Leah, what do you think you are doing? You know you can't allow yourself to look forward to anything. You know you shouldn't hope. You know what happens when you do. How many times do you have to cry because you let yourself hope before you realize just how hopeless everything really is?

Home

I'm home for the weekend and it is sooooo nice. To have the comforting smells of home, the same creaky house noises, my own bed. The water is sweeter here. I can take a bath when I want to or hop into the hot tub (before it gets shut down for the winter). I have my Sadie to pick up and hug and kiss until she is annoyed with me. Or pet her on those rare occasions she decides to sit on my lap. My piano is here with all of my music. My mom is here.

I enjoy my life at college. I love learning so many new things and meeting new people. But there really isn't any place like home.