home is where the heart is[n't]
march 24, 1996


I really don't know what home is any more.

I dunno. I was at school and was all stressed out an what not. Now, I'm here at home, but I dunno. Half of me is saying, well, I'm going to be home [school] in a few days anyway, while the other half of me is saying that I really want to see some friends back here. But then I realize that not too many of my friends are here any more. That I've really lost touch with a lot of people back here. That I've become too snobby for them, or whatever college does to people.

But then I realize that my life up at school is missing something. And it's going to see movies and watching tv and watching people walk down the street that makes me realize that I'm a lonely person. But then I realize that I really don't know if I could handle someone special in my life, or how to go about finding someone, or if they should even be searched for or if I should just let stuff happen.

And then I realize how utterly confused I really am.

jcn@brown.edu


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