well, i made my way up the california coast this morning

after many many tears, laughs, cups of tea, and hours of true blood. 

i am back in my little yellow room with the twin bed and a bookshelf that is too small.

and i am feeling, well, rather melancholy. naturally. as i do every time i leave my heart in its tiny town.

i unpacked, went shopping, and called my mom. not in that order.
and i feel like my heart is literally detached from the rest of my body. 

i just want to be there. is that so much to ask?

i have to survive this year, this semester, this month, this minute.
icandothis.icandothis.icandothis.icandothis.