Was I actually gone these past few days, or were they nothing more then an elaborate dream?
The melodies of my trip resonated in my ears. I saw the signs of travel all around me. I hate to admit it, but it was true.
Summer was over.
By the time I climbed out of bed, it was already time for me to get ready for school. I wasted an hour or so on the computer as I always do, then I hopped in the shower. Looking around my bathroom, I noticed everything was exactly how I left it. It took me an extra half an hour to actually put clothes on. Today was one of those days that I wanted to sit and stare at the ceiling in deep thought. However, "ain't no body got time for dat."
The drive to campus was shorter than usual, there was less traffic and most of the construction that plagued the roads all winter was almost finished. I didn't know why I left the house so early, I still had a good 20 minutes before class started by the time I arrived. Trying to find a parking stop between 11am and 2pm is practically impossible, and after wandering the parking lot in hopes of snagging a spot, I gave up and parked at another building. "Ah, right. That's why I come here early" I regarded to myself.
I sat in an empty classroom for 10 minutes before a girl who had been in my previous two classes arrived. We greeted each other and the room feel silent until our instructor walked in with his usual pep. There are 6 people in this class, so small that it technically should have been canceled, but lucky us, we get to still take it!!! The first thing our teacher had us do was sing a song we learned in the first semester of the course. I felt that only the teacher and myself were singing along, the others were so quite. It's hard to sing along to a song you don't know the words too, especially if its in another language, but what the teacher didn't know is that had that song memorized. When he first introduced it to us, I couldn't get it out of my head, I loved it! It placed an odd feeling in my chest and I felt there was a mystery around it. After doing a little research, I realized the singer had died in a plane crash a while back, so I investigated the crash. It was rather well known, so I was surprised. After learning all that, the song didn't bother me as much, and before the month was over, I knew it by heart. (Here is the song if you are curious http://youtu.be/C35DrtPlUbc)
After class, I wandered into the common area so see a handful of people I grew fond of over the last semester. I want to be able to spend more time with them, I just don't know, well, how too. . . So, after a minute with them, I snuck away to my car and went home. I stopped by the store to grab ingredients for a meal I am trying to recreate. While in the airport yesterday, I found this fantastic southern style buffet, and it was some of the most incredible tasting food I've had from a restaurant in a long time. (Ill show you all the progress of making that later).
I spent the rest of my afternoon spending quality time with Commander Shepard and the rest of the Normandy's crew. My sister needed my help with a few things, she pulled me away just in time to get rained on a little. We went back to the grocery store, then went back home when we realized we shouldn't spend any more than we already had.
My post-travel melancholy seemed to have left me as soon as I immersed myself in cooking, and let me tell you, I'm really looking forward to this meal.
More than anything, I'm glad to be home. My editor would probably burn the house down if I left him alone for too long, and my roommate might be burned down with the house if they're not careful. (I'm not trying to say that would happen, I just. . .have my doubts sometimes. . . ) The bookshelves that are overflowing with books welcome me in with open arms, and my bed is just as soft as I remember it. I'm back where my kitties need me and I can spend as much I me as I want with them. I'm here with my own little family of weirdos, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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