defined by development.

Is it weird that I think a lot about what having a family would be like? I am in no way trying to rush it - I like the point that I’m at right now - but I often catch myself daydreaming about the age when I am actually an adult living my own life. I spoke with my mom about my living arrangements for next years. I’m one hundred percent set on getting an apartment with the girls in my pledge class and while merking on Facebook I began to imagine a day when I would say to my mother and grandmother that I wouldn’t be coming back to Texas for Christmas because I wanted to stay “home”. I think it’s funny how the definition of home can alter in such a short period of time. I was only gone for three months, but I just feel so right up at the school, in Providence, where the wind slashes at my cheeks and everyone pays way too much attention to what’s in style. After Christmas, I’m going to be up there for six months (that seems like six a long time) before I come back to the H and I wonder if I’ll feel the same way then. It’s not that things are moving uncontrollably fast, it’s just surreal to take a step back and realize where I stand.