Tonight, I write from the top bunk of my dorm room at Ambrose. Here I am again, surrounded by awesome people, and I do not want to be here. I love these people, but tonight, it just seems like everyone is driving me crazy, this bed feels weird, the caf food is gross, but the only thing is that I miss home. I live so close to here, I can commute if I wanted. But I let myself get so comfortable during my month at home for Christmas, and now I am back here in this strange place, no sibilings or parents, just me barely scraping by at school.

It's just a getting-over-it thing. I'll be fine in a week. Til then I'm just going to pout.