Leaving home

This place feels like my home. It feels so right to be here and everything else seems so wrong. If I didn't have to worry about paying rent weekly and groceries I would come back in a heartbeat. But i know there is a chance that it could run out of money again, and that is no good. 

I wish I stood a chance, or university was cheaper. I miss it so much. 

I got to visit my favourite study spot though. Mel and I went for breakfast. It made me all kinds of happy. 

I saw two of my favourite people at once. They were on my floor in first year, and were both so happy to see me. I got great big hugs. It is always nice to feel wanted and loved. They are really great. 

I could have gone downtown last night, but I just wasn't feeling it. I was exhausted and truthfully, my two girlfriends are single and would probably be going for guys and leaving me to be on the dance floor alone, that is never good for anxiety. 

It was a bittersweet weekend. I was so happy, and it was weird how quickly I fell back into my routine of things. I knew routes and shortcuts to my friends houses, what was new and had changed. Familiar smells filled my nose and it was like no time had really past. 

I wish there was a way to come back this year.