As the snow falls and the year comes to an end, I find myself in a city full of people I no longer recognize. After high school everyone went their separate ways and ended up in different schools in different cities studying different programs. Most of them I never want to talk to again. So I don't.
But now that everyone is home for the holidays, I am constantly running into or passing by those people that I have tried so very hard to avoid. I've never been one for small talk so I'm consistently faced with uncomfortable situations full of awkward pauses and discussions about how I am liking school and whether or not I had a good Christmas.
This mind-numbing chitchat forces me to barricade myself in my home. So I have been spending my time sketching, reading and playing Scrabble with my mother. Which, in itself, is a lot more fun than it might sound.
So now, as I take down the Christmas decorations and prepare to welcome a brand new year, I can't help but begin to want for residence.
Now don't get me wrong, I am fully enjoying the whole no residence food, no RA, no throng of screaming, ditzy 17 year-olds, no death smell in the hallway, no jail-sized dorm room, no dirty bathroom stalls way of life I have going on here...
It's just that I miss my friends. I miss being able to leave my room and talk to anyone I choose face-to-face. I miss having a scheduled day. I miss having to be at a specific place at a specific time. I miss being able to arrange my time to be spent with people I find to be of consequence. Those people who don't have to try for the meaningless chitchat, but rather are able to have cohesive conversations. Those who know something about me, share an inside joke with me or at least have some knowledge or valuable opinion on a topic that I am interested in.
I just keep reminding myself: 5 more days. I can make it for 5 more days. And in 6 or 7 days I know that I will be wishing I were back at home.
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