"I miss my single."
"Yea? I'm sure there are a lot of things you miss about that place."
Believe it or not, she's right.
I never would have believed it if someone told me that a year ago. First semesters were always hard for me.
I'd miss it if I left? Definitely not.
But now I'm not there and I do miss it. A lot.
I miss my single. and the nightly company I had before I left. I miss people stopping in whenever they happened to be walking by. I miss living in the same building as all of my friends. I miss seeing everyone every day. I miss everyone living on the same schedule which was sent out in an e-mail the night before. I miss walking through the halls and saying "hi" to everyone I passed. I miss volleyball more than I can explain. I miss falling asleep to the fan every night. I miss watching thunderstorms out my window. I miss always having the window open. I miss the "mood lighting" I created with the lamp. I miss cuddling and burrowing. I really miss the snuggly conversations. I miss having someone to say goodnight to. I miss having my go-to girl right down the hall. I miss going to dinner with the same two people every night, but sitting with everyone else because that's what dinner is for. I miss going to dry dock and always looking forward to breakfast. I miss the stupid stuff like pointless trainings because everyone just laughed at them together. I miss everything having a place and always being in the right place. I miss not having to think about what to wear. I miss having a routine.
I really miss school. Almost everything about it.
But more than anything, I miss my friends.
I drove by exit 82A the other day and I cried. I couldn't help it. Everyone was there, and I was driving by. Nothing about that felt right. All I wanted to do was take the exit, go through the gates, get dropped off at the archways, make my way upstairs to the dayroom, sign in, and go to my room on third deck in the corner of slack alley. Then, I'd e-mail Hillary and tell her to come chat. And later that night, I would have someone to say goodnight to... just like before.
I miss it, and I hate the thought of being forgotten about.
"Yea? I'm sure there are a lot of things you miss about that place."
Believe it or not, she's right.
I never would have believed it if someone told me that a year ago. First semesters were always hard for me.
I'd miss it if I left? Definitely not.
But now I'm not there and I do miss it. A lot.
I miss my single. and the nightly company I had before I left. I miss people stopping in whenever they happened to be walking by. I miss living in the same building as all of my friends. I miss seeing everyone every day. I miss everyone living on the same schedule which was sent out in an e-mail the night before. I miss walking through the halls and saying "hi" to everyone I passed. I miss volleyball more than I can explain. I miss falling asleep to the fan every night. I miss watching thunderstorms out my window. I miss always having the window open. I miss the "mood lighting" I created with the lamp. I miss cuddling and burrowing. I really miss the snuggly conversations. I miss having someone to say goodnight to. I miss having my go-to girl right down the hall. I miss going to dinner with the same two people every night, but sitting with everyone else because that's what dinner is for. I miss going to dry dock and always looking forward to breakfast. I miss the stupid stuff like pointless trainings because everyone just laughed at them together. I miss everything having a place and always being in the right place. I miss not having to think about what to wear. I miss having a routine.
I really miss school. Almost everything about it.
But more than anything, I miss my friends.
I drove by exit 82A the other day and I cried. I couldn't help it. Everyone was there, and I was driving by. Nothing about that felt right. All I wanted to do was take the exit, go through the gates, get dropped off at the archways, make my way upstairs to the dayroom, sign in, and go to my room on third deck in the corner of slack alley. Then, I'd e-mail Hillary and tell her to come chat. And later that night, I would have someone to say goodnight to... just like before.
I miss it, and I hate the thought of being forgotten about.
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