We are shining and we will never be afraid again

We are shining and we will never be afraid again

October is over and so is my honeymoon phase with college.  I'm not unhappy exactly, but I have more unhappy moments than I used to.  I miss my doggies and my little sister and I miss Italy.  That's so strange, isn't it?  I feel like travelling.  I'm going to Seattle for Thanksgiving with Rachel and Kevyn and Isabelle, and I want to take my film camera with me.  Is that the most impractical thing ever?  It's been sitting in my desk drawer since I moved in, and I miss using it.  I'm still sad about my last roll coming out blank.

I've taken this new, or maybe old and renewed, interest in old books and old photographs, and I wish I was home so I could pull out our family history album again, and I really want to look at those old Dickens books we have in the attic.  I'm tired here, all the time.  I really wish my roommate wouldn't slam the door.