It's one of the first few free moments I've had since I started college and I wasn't sure what to do. Reading? Well, I could get started on something, but who knows when I’d be able to finish. Playing games? It just didn’t interest me – it feels like a waste of time now if I’m not, at the very least, playing something *new*. So I decided to do my standard Internet fair and see if anything new had popped up in the last few hours. Listened to some music. “Wish You Were Here”. Conjured up some memories, and I wanted to remember some more.

So I got on deviantART for nearly the first time in a year.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that some of the people I cared about were posting their art again; they had all stopped sometime around a year ago, which is why I myself had lost interest in the first place, never having posted much anyway and usually deleting what I did post with the pendulum swing.

College has been treating me well. I have great dormies. We have a cat. Sometimes I think it’s the smartest one among us.

It's an amazing campus; beautiful, intensely liberal and an exciting place to live, both intellectually and emotionally. I’ve already experienced some of the coolest moments of my life since moving here, and expect more of the same. I’d describe them in detail, but there’s no way I could do them justice with the time I have.

I feel like I’m falling back into some of my old habits – my antisocial tendencies, allowing the same old regrets and some new ones to haunt me, my old affections. I miss home, but not the parts that you might expect. I don’t miss my house or my family or my pets, but really just my friends. I suppose I should miss my family. But I don't. The more people I meet here, the more I realize just how much I loved my old friends and just how special and irreplaceable they are. And while I know that I can always go back to my family, I don’t know if I’ll ever see those friends again. Already we've broken our promises once. And the one I cared about the most, the one who I'm coming to realize was the most unique and special to me, I'll more certainly never see again. I guess at least we had our conclusion.

Everyone: If you’re out there reading this, I hope you’re doing well.

It’s hard to be sad about it, though I feel like I should be, and I know I sound sad. I've even been listening to the sad music I used to listen to, pushing the limits. I should be exhausted, too, tired of working so hard since I got here. But I’m not either one. I feel like I’m immune to all negativity except knowing that there *should* be some negativity. They say with distance comes perspective.

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I decided to post some pictures, even knowing that there’s the possibility that no one will ever see them. It doesn’t really matter to me. They’re beautiful enough, to me, to warrant posting anyway.