changing

(new room, new semester, new attitude...my family is suddenly so much more important, the thing in my life that I know will remain constant regardless of their ups and downs)

I can't sleep...when I do, I do it from exhaustion and when I wake up reality slaps me in the face and keeps me from going back to sleep. I think I had dreams last night, but the nights before were deep and black, a weird kind of sleep only comparable to being put under for surgery.

Right now I feel like I'm alone in this house. There are 3 others here, but they keep to their rooms and they're so quiet it feels like it's just me, in this 14-person house, in the room I moved into in what felt like minutes even though part of me knows I spent about 6 hours doing it.

It's good to know that I'll be on a plane tomorrow, flying back to Seattle to spend another week with my family.