The prompt at Sunday Scribblings this week is Anticipation. I haven’t done one of these before, but I don’t think a random prompt from someone who doesn’t know me will ever be more appropriate to my life.
Most of my clothes are in two suitcases. Zed the red flowered plant currently lacking flowers has been relocated to the chapel, where some kind soul has offered to water the dorm’s plants. My guitar is hiding in the chapel’s confessional so it won’t melt or warp or otherwise become damaged in our overly heated room with no ventilation. Christmas cards have been sent to my friends around campus, and a few gifts have been given and received. The fridge is off and defrosted. All that remains is to close my laptop, unplug its power cord, and stick it in my backpack.
I’m going home tomorrow. I am so ready. It’s not that I don’t like it here, or wouldn’t be able to keep working and living here were there no break in sight, but a month at home sounds absolutely beautiful right now. I miss my family, non-dining hall food, sweet tea, warmer weather, my church, my pre-college friends. I miss being alone. I miss having the time to sit by myself for hours, reading and cross-stitching and listening to music. I miss the comfort of my room, where I’ve slept for as long as I can remember (until now, of course). All of this and more is what excites me about being home.
A part of me is worried, too. I don’t know if my excellent relationship with my family will continue when we’re around each other for more than a week, and I don’t like fussing with my family. I hope I won’t get bored or restless. That’s been a big problem in my large amounts of free time this week- I had two finals Monday and then nothing until today, so Tuesday and Wednesday were spent doing a lot of nothing. But it wasn’t comfortable, you know? I’ve been on overdrive all semester, and it feels weird to be able to relax and not worry about deadlines. Is that bad? I also have a lot of anxiety running through my head regarding the priest situation I mentioned a few posts ago. My rector wrote him a note asking him to leave me alone, but I’m terrified that he’ll find me during the break. I have no clue what I would do.
Basically, I’m filled with a lot of anticipation, good and bad, and as with most things, I wish it would just HAPPEN already. I believe that anticipation can be good, but I also dislike being in such a state. Which is why I will distract myself with a book now. Good night, my lovely readers.