It's nearly one in the morning and neither me or my roommate is asleep. We haven't been bonding, we've been having our own separate time. But the general consensus would lead me to believe that neither of us really wants to go to sleep. Not so much because we don't want to sleep, but because we don't want to wake up and realize that we're in this place, without the people we love. We're recreating ourselves, and we're feeling the pain of new things interfering with our old ways, and the pain of missing people. We're hearing about things going on at home without us. We're finding the fortune cookie fortune we packed from our best friend, or a note tucked into our FRIENDS dvds. We're feeling the same mutual togetherness and aloneness that comes with being here in this new place. In this new environment.
We don't want to fall asleep and wake up to realize these really are our lives now. But it's inevitable. Even if we cry, even if we don't sleep, the morning is still going to come. And we're not going to be any less here. And the people we love aren't going to be any less NOT here.
But, after skyping several people, contacting via various technology with other people, and fighting with one of my best friends for the first time, over the phone nonetheless..today feels full, and probably can't do much more for me.
I think it's time to go sleep.
And I feel like the morning may greet me.
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