Home again!

But now I mean home as in Philly (ok, Laverock .... let's not glorify the location), not Diest. And I have to now pack for my soon-to-be home, New York City (ah, that needs no glorification).
Diest was great, everything exactly as I left it. And I can be sure that it will be exactly the same for as long as I can go back. That's the thing about Diest: It changes, but it's always the same. And in a way, that's comforting. In another way, it has potential to get old. There were moments this trip that it was leaning towards the latter, which breaks my heart. I can't imagine a time when I couldn't return to Diest and know I was safe in that fold between ancient and modern into which it seems to have fallen.
Nevertheless, I left. A four hour delay getting off the ground and an eight hour flight void of movies (not just a bad selection, but actually non-functioning screens) and a two hour drive home from Newark, I'm back. Jetlagged, but back. I had to come back, you see, because I had a stack of mail from NYU that was about the size of Washington Square. All of a sudden, I'm actually going to college. Until about a week ago, it was an aloof thought, a possible future that I wasn't going to face for a long long time. Then I got a room. And roommates. And a handbook, a schedule, an advisor, a meal plan . . . Now I just need to go shopping. If only the list I've been going over and over in my head would magically appear on paper. Let's see:
-hairdryer
-bathrobe
-fridge/freezer/microwave
-crap. that's as far as I get every time.


Well, it's nearly four in the morning according to my body, so I'm going to go pass out on my bed. But before I go, I make a promise to any of you still reading this blog: I'm going to revive it! My thoughts will continue to spill across the webpage, my life's little intrigues will be thoughtfully documented. I promise, Operation Jelly Bean is back in working order!