Another weekend gone, another Monday comes. And with it--what?

Who can tell?

I can very truthfully say I've had mornings where I got up feeling more cheerful than I feel right now. It's just one more week to go. One and a half, really. One and a half weeks to go, and then I'm on the plane, going home. On the plane to home.

Home.

Strange as it seems to call Spokane home. At this point, it's just my family I want to see. New York can wait. I'll be in New York later. I want my little brothers, I want my mom and my dad. I want our dog. I want the smell of our couch. I want our ugly backyard. I want Andrew one block away.

A week and a half and then I cross the country and I can have all of it again. I can just sleep, and read, and sleep. I can really rest. And when I've had enough rest, then I can just enjoy three months without papers, assigned reading, or cafeteria food.

I love school, but I'm ready for home. Curfews, chores, arguments, stress and all. I'm ready for home.

Time to get dressed and pretend like Monday is a good day.

Love,
Beth

And don't you feel today, too?



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