just woke up.. or maybe just starting to dream?

I landed in Philadelphia at 11:05pm yesterday, and got back to my room by midnight. It's bitter cold here.

When I am in Eugene, I don't have a care in the world. I just live freely, have almost no thoughts of school and being back at Penn, until the last day before leaving. But after I have said my goodbyes (I have to do this again?!!), my mind switches mode. It's like my brain has already traveled back, even before my body has boarded a plane, so that if I were to run into someone like Aubri or Tony unexpectedly the morning of my flight, I would flip out. It's like two different worlds I live in, where no one in one knows anyone else in the other.

I love Philadelphia and being at Penn. But it's not (yet) the same as being home and with people you've known for years.

I have to contradict my earlier post a little bit when I say this, but it's not as easy as it seems to come and go. It's not just going to be 8 hours spent on airplanes and in terminals getting back home and being able to see friends and family. It takes four months to get back to Eugene, but it feels like less when people come visit (which never happens). So I bide my time.