No one told me that coming back home from college would be this depressing.

College is a constant sensory experience: people all the time, crawling all over your personal space, waking up and getting ready in the dark to watch out for your sleeping roommate, meals with groups of 10 and up daily, constant activity (who wants to go play frisbee? who wants to visit the art museum?) Always something to do. Always someone to talk to.

Home is the exact opposite. At eight this evening the rest of my family was asleep. I currently have approximately TWO people I am friends with from high school back in town..one of whom went to the same college and with whom i am now semi-estranged...the other I never really liked.

I'm trying not to be a downer. I'm meeting college friends for a concert Saturday, two weeks later staying with a friend for the weekend, the next weekend going to visit family, then later in the summer my birthday, my rocking week in Miami (with my future housemate!) and of course the Tampa DMB extravaganza with my ex-roommate and one of my best friends.

Life is good. The pace here, not so great. My plans for the summer include self improvement, self improvement and self improvement. And a job at a law office, yay work experience. I still have no idea what i want to do with my life...this law crap is not looking as appealing now.

I'll have to use my mom's mantra: "We'll wait and see."