im having trouble figuring out what i should share and what i should keep to myself right now. would working through what im feeling help me figure out how to fondly recall the past or just make this harder than it needs to be?
nevermind. i just had a talk with tom, bless his soul, and i dont feel the need to do this anymore. since i hate vagueness i'll just tell you whats up. im in this dumb quasi-depression because one year ago yesterday i left for new york/poland/israel and im feeling horribly alone. its hard to explain. when i came home last year, i cant even begin to express how much i didnt want to be here. i walked through the halls completely lost. i felt so out of place at home. i couldnt even call it home anymore. i missed you all terribly, believe me, i did. but i wanted to be there, with them. and i couldnt. and it had just ended. all of a sudden i was hugging jen harvey at baggage claim, and i just didnt get it. i didnt get where it had gone. without a second thought i can say that those 6 weeks defined exactly who i am right now, and not USY, not hillel, not reunions, not going back to israel, not pictures, not keeping in touch, nothing can give me them back. but ive realized that the definition it gave me, the person it created, that i can have. with beautiful memories and the support of friends both at home and around the country, i can fondly recollect the best time of my life.
so now im just kinda ehhhh.
yesterday was the most fun i think ive had all summer. that may suprise those of you who were there, cept kate, considering i hardly said three things after 9pm. i like listening to all the conversations going on at once. i dont even realize that im not talking until someone asks me whats wrong. its just who i am. anyways i loved seeing all of you who were there and i hope you dont think im crazy.
thanks to everyone that helped me out the last couple hours. i love you guys. i wish i didnt have to sleep alone tonight. thats how i felt my first night back from israel. six weeks of roommates makes nighttime pretty lonely.
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