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Aug. 6th, 2006 | 11:32 pm
location: Maryland
mood:
happy
Finally back with mi familia! My parents and Becca are full of news about their trip to the Poconos, and Lizzie's on a Montreat high (Montreat is a Christian youth conference). I've been filling them in on as much as I can think of about Nain, and trying to work myself back into life here. A lot has changed. Becca's ears are pierced (and infected---I'm helping her take the earrings out and put them back in twice a day and clean her ears up), and our rooms are all switched around. Lizzie's officially taken over mine, painted it blue and preppified it. Lots of polka dots and strategically-placed-to-look-nonchalant-i n-a-catalogue-way throw pillows. My place now during college breaks is with Becca. She's painted half the room pink and half green, in perfect Wicked style. She promised I get to be Elphaba:
and she'll be Galinda:

It's a little weird thinking that my room as I know it is gone, but then again for a while I've been revising my definition of home. As a college student, for at least the next three years I live everywhere and nowhere. My room on campus will most likely change every year. I'll always have a place at home with my family, but I'm drifting towards independence, and I'm not really a fixture anymore. I'm not at the point where I'm thinking about where I'll live when I graduate, but I'm thinking about thinking about it....So anyway, I am really trying to get myself used to the idea of home as a community--the whole cheesy idea of wherever you have friends and/or family, you're home. It's nothing particularly new or special in general, but cliches get to be that way for a reason. Everyone needs to figure themselves out at some point, and yes, I am going to run across stuff that would make lots of people roll their eyes at how freakin' long it took me to discover something so basic, but that doesn't make it less real to me.

and she'll be Galinda:

It's a little weird thinking that my room as I know it is gone, but then again for a while I've been revising my definition of home. As a college student, for at least the next three years I live everywhere and nowhere. My room on campus will most likely change every year. I'll always have a place at home with my family, but I'm drifting towards independence, and I'm not really a fixture anymore. I'm not at the point where I'm thinking about where I'll live when I graduate, but I'm thinking about thinking about it....So anyway, I am really trying to get myself used to the idea of home as a community--the whole cheesy idea of wherever you have friends and/or family, you're home. It's nothing particularly new or special in general, but cliches get to be that way for a reason. Everyone needs to figure themselves out at some point, and yes, I am going to run across stuff that would make lots of people roll their eyes at how freakin' long it took me to discover something so basic, but that doesn't make it less real to me.