I feel that I came back from Ireland to see that things haven’t changed one bit.  I’m sitting at the same desk in a dorm that I’ve lived in, sat in, worked in, cried in, laughed in for the last few years.  Classes start tomorrow, and I’m hardly prepared.  I can honestly say that when people asked me if I was excited to get back to State this year, that I said no.  I find myself hating this school a little bit more every day.  Maybe it is my degree program’s fault for giving me an advisor that made it impossible for me to get excited about some classes.  Maybe it is just the drain of knowing that this campus means grades and drama and long hours of work and studying.  Maybe it is just that I’m sick of the weather of Michigan.  Whatever it is, MSU is not the place for me anymore.

I am excited to be living in an apartment this year with three of my best friends.  Across the hall are four more of my best friends, and I hope that the drama stays at a minimum, and the laughter stays at a maximum.  We all are going such different routes in life that I feel this is our last real time to be so together.

Ireland was such an adventure, and exactly the change that I needed.  I do miss it though.  It was a place where I could start over, and be who I wanted to be while not having to deal with the drama that comes with knowing people for a long time.  I missed home, but not to the extreme that I thought I would.  I truly did need the break from my life.  I pushed myself to an extreme, and I came out shining brighter than I have in a while.  I just hope I can keep the light going through this year, long enough to get me out of this school and into the world.  I still have no idea where I will end up and I am more than okay with that.