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how many special people change? how many lives are living strange? 

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Augustana | “Boston” | Midwest Skies & Sleepless Mondays

♫ I think I’ll go to Boston
I think I’ll start a new life
I think I’ll start it over
Where no one knows my name ♫ 

how did a week pass by so quickly? i haven’t even been able to see everyone i wanted to, and i’m already behind in what school work i had to do, but i don’t care. every moment, even the stupid ones where plans didn’t follow through, was filled with such a high level of pure fucking joy and that is because of the people that put my intentions in the right place. right now i’m gonna go to mass, eat breakfast, and head back to the city to hop on a train back to ohio and i am so freaking fawked. spending the whole week with friends and family and friends that have become family has left me missing home even more than before i left. i love jersey. i love the people here. i can’t imagine three and a half more years without them. seeing everyone showed me how some things never change but in the same respect how some things already are. whether it’s something as simple as a hair cut or a habit at the dining hall, these small experiences are moving the people i once knew to completely different individuals and i’m not sure if that’s something i want to miss. right now i am so conflicted. the warmth of my bed and my loved ones’ hugs is luring me back to the place that i so wanted to leave, making the flat lands of my rural home seem bleak. i can take any mental or physical challenge that college can give me, but mess with my emotions and i’m done. missing people has never been so hard. and that’s not something a college pamphlet will ever tell you.

decisions.