July 31, 2015

It was the night of December 25th and I was lying down in the yard. I complained about how time was passing too quickly and that in a mere 5 days it would be the new year.

I walked into the house and started making my way upstairs until I realized I had left a blanket on a stool next to the front door. When I got to the top floor, I settled into what was apparently going to be my new dorm room. I was unpacking my books for a few minutes before some people walked in. “Are you two living here as well?” I asked, looking at the fact that there only seemed to be two beds here. It turns out that they were staying across the hall and just popped in to say hi. They then started talking among themselves about how there is a difference between not wanting to meet someone and wanting to but being scared.