Hello all,
My name is Lauren, as you may or may not have seen on the sidebar.
I'm not new to blogging. I've been blogging (on and off) for the past few years. Ever since one of my newest and closest friends introduced me to the idea, I've been posting out random, haphazard blogs. Most of them have been pretty meaningless, and a lot of them were filled with emotion that no one but me could understand because I never explained fully what I was trying to say. I realize that while blogging is not entirely like a journal, and should maintain some of the fundamental social etiquettes that people use in public, I feel like it should be a space where I can rant to you all of my frustrations with everything and remark on the lovely things that happen, too. I'm going to be as honest as possible and if necessary, I am going to change names, but we'll get to that later.
On a different note, this is my first entry, and I feel like I should go in some meaningful direction.
You know when you've had a whole entire weekend to relax and do whatever you want, and then Sunday night rolls around, and you feel as if you should do your homework, but you don't really want to? That's me. Right here. So much so that I ended up making another blog instead of doing homework. I have no clue what homework I even have. I think I have to study for English. We're writing a rhetorical analysis essay on the Letter from Birmingham Jail tomorrow. I should definitely study for that, but I feel so relaxed right now that not even the prospect of essay-writing can arouse in me a sense of duty to do my work.
Okay, so I just finished reading the entire Letter From Birmingham Jail. Martin Luther King Jr, you were an amazing writer and orator, but I wish you kept everything a little more concise. And didn't use words like 'ekklesia'. I have no clue what that means. Paragraph 43 if anyone wants to see the actual context.
I hope that just reading it will suffice for studying. It took long enough..
Have you ever wished so much that you were somewhere else?
Have you ever wished to be that one special place all the time?
Have you ever wished it so much that you were sick of wishing for it?
If you've answered yes to any of the above, then you've probably moved or gone on an extended trip away from home. Or possibly, you feel just as if you don't fit in where you are, and know that there's a place that you like much better.
I wish I was home now, in the freezing cold weather, with snow up to my knees, and winter winds freezing everything right down to the tears in my eyes. I wish I was back at my old school, not studying another country's history and literature, and where I'm not constantly noticing the accents of people around me because it's different from my own. I wish I was back at my old house, where everytime I looked out my bedroom window, I saw the rooftop extending outwards underneath my window, just begging me to climb out and enjoy the breeze and view.
In other words, I wish I was not here.
Don't get me wrong. I don't hate it here. I don't even dislike everything about this place. There are some really nice people, some nice places, some nice food, and some nice experiences I wouldn't have had if I hadn't moved. But.. it's not there. It's not home. The one year anniversary for me moving here is coming up in 22 days. I can't help but feel a little homesick.
-Lauren
