This post might be slightly depressing, maybe not, I don't really know. I am sorry I haven't posted anything recently. My iPhoto has been acting strange so I couldn't put any pictures up.
I want to discuss what the word 'HOME' means. Lately I have not felt like I have a home. I have a house. I have actually lived in three within the last 5 weeks. But lately I have felt a little 'home'sickness. I don't like moving from place to place, but that is what I will be doing for the next million years of my life. haha :) But I am getting used to the white brick walls and small, squished spaces in my tiny, cross, dirty, old apartment. It is slowly starting to become a little of my home. I printed off a lot of pictures hoping that I will always have some of my good times to remember. It has helped. A lot more than my room in the summer when I didn't decorate at all.
But still... I don't have a home. Living at my parents' house for two weeks made me a little depressed. I lived out of a duffle bag and a couple of boxes. There is part of me that wants to go home and be once again settled. But while college is tough the people I have met make my dingy little apartment a small little almost homelike place.
School is going pretty good. It has been hard, and I tend to hyperventilate and freak out at times, but I have been catching my emotions. I have only cried once!!! haha Well I hope you all enjoyed your summer. I will be posting again soon don't worry! Love you all
-Rach
Two of my greatest friends, Lex and Ragan at the Football game :)
Roommates (minus Shaylee) on our first Sunday
My dinner for the first 3 nights. Homemade salsa, black beans, rice
Lex and I at a dance! I gotta make a statement ;)
My cozy little room! It really isn't a mess that was just the first day of school
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