I am really disoriented being back in West Texas. I just came from a place that was actually cool, a place where there was always something to do. I flew from there back to San Antonio, a place I call home but I don't live there anymore. My room was my room but mostly bare of anything I grew up with. I wasn't there 24 hours when I came back to my apartment in Abilene, an apartment my brother has spent more time in than I have. Now I am sleeping and watching TV and trying to find a job, but I'm still confused. I keep having to remind myself that I have 2 more years of this. I can't escape just yet; I have to make it through. At least it's a dry heat here; D.C. could be so humid it was oppressive. And I'm turning 20 so that's exciting, except that I haven't felt like a teenager in a while anyways. I miss the friends I made in D.C. and I miss the relationships I used to have here. Nothing feels the same.
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