September 15, 2001
Okay, so I feel like a gullible idiot. I cried last night out of terror. I cried for my aunt, who said that no one is talking about the situation at the base where she works in Saudi Arabia. I cried for me and how my life is so different from less than a week ago.
It's bad enough that I've left all my friends behind, that I've grown this summer and left all these people I used to care so much about behind. I wish things were different.
It is such a reliefs the whole Nostradamus thing is false. Check out snopes.com for the run down.
Things are better now. My interview for my honours project called back finally. So I'm going home tomorrow. That will actually be good for me. The bus ride at sunrise will give me lots of time to think about what I'm doing and what I'm trying to accomplish. A question list for my interview, maybe some time to write poetry even. It should be good.
I'm kind of looking forward to getting out of residence as well. It will be better not to be in this environment for a few days. I spent the afternoon with Jan shopping and it was amazing. I am so glad I had the time to just hang out with her.
I'm off early. And for some reason people are talking about where I'm going and what I'm doing. Glad to know my standard journalist-like life is so interesting. Yes, I am going home to do an interview of the heir to an industrial empire, but that's not important. What's important is that my life, despite my loneliness, my longing for Matt, my wish to be here but in my hometown, is going on. And going well.
© lily keller 2001
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