I’m so unbelievably homesick. I miss my friends and KUA and the trees and the foliage and Calvin and the smell of wet grass and smoke that is autumn in New Hampshire… all I want is blood-red oaks and golden birches and bronze beeches… and apples and hot cider… and pea coats and scarves… and red noses and watery eyes stung by crisp wind… and football under the lights with free cocoa and brownies… and driving through the morning fog, in a fog of my own, and suddenly being struck by the sight of a mountain, burning with a beautiful fire of mottled trees… and playing on the swingset and sitting in the amphitheater… looking over the parking lot across the pond towards the fields, watching the athletic people doing athletic things… I miss people who know me better than I know myself. I miss Arizona tea, hummus and carrots every Wednesday and Saturday. I miss Sterno and the sound of a screw being driven into a two-by-four by a drill with a dying battery… I miss salt art and “that’s what she said” and watching people dance. I miss napping on the couches and climbing up the A-frame. I miss wrenches in my back pocket and safety cables around my neck. I miss snow and ice and how sometimes the sun hits it just right… I miss holding hands and skipping down the hill. I miss the walk from Flick to fourth floor Baxter. I miss breaking into Mikula. I miss everyone and everything so much more than I ever thought I would. I know Hamilton will be amazing but I think London is tearing me apart. I like everyone but I don’t click with anyone here and I don’t know what to do….
I guess I’ll just keep smiling…
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