Belting My Face

I have returned!

Back to DC, that is. As for returning to constantly writing this blog, well, that's probably another story. Anyway. I am living in DC once again, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of city life. I missed it.

I did not miss the heat that rolls off of every car and building here, not to mention the pavement that is, well, everywhere. But I digress.

It's great to be back here. I miss home a lot... I kinda wish that I could swap DC and Harrisburg, ya know? Then the city would only be an hour away, I could either commute or have my own place, I could still work at Barnes and Noble, and I could see my friends whenever I bloody wanted.

That's the hardest part about being in DC, especially after being home again for six months. If I had just stayed down here to begin with, I would not have the strength in half of my friendships that I do now. I got to know people better when I went home, there were no distractions. Some friendships were rekindled, some build from scratch, and they're all stronger than any of my relationships were before. As much as I hate the reason that I went home, I am beyond grateful for what I had waiting for me anyway. There are five in particular that are so special to me, I can't even begin to explain it. They've been there for me the entire time, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

I have an apartment here not far from the university, although we may be moving again in September. It's kinda weird having my own place, but not as weird as I thought. The only really strange thing is not having Peter there with me, because that was what was originally supposed to happen. But. C'est la vie!