“Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.”—Tom Robbins
It’s been two days and I’m already overwhelmed. I feel like there’s so much to do, but then again don’t I always feel this way? Classes haven’t even started yet and I find myself out of breath more often than not. I’m afraid to miss a beat. I didn’t sleep well the first night, but that doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. It’s just so much to get used to. It’ll take time, effort, and a whole lot of strength to feel comfortable here, but it doesn’t seem out of my reach. I’m excited.
Also, I want to be closer to Elliott. The distance is bothering me, but I’m not solely talking about physical distance. I’m so busy all the time, our conversations are mostly through text messaging. I’ve begun to loathe texting. I’m not close enough to his voice, his face, his emotion. I feel far away. I’m sure I’ll assimilate to this too, and it’s not that I don’t want to, I’ll be fine soon.