So I'm going back to
Brooklyn next week to
visit. I go to
school there, and I'll be moving back this fall to be a
sophomore at
Pratt Institute. Brooklyn has become
home, but I haven't seen it for over
two months since I left for
summer break. Now I'm
going home. I'll be there for only
four days, but in
Andy's words,
I need to feed my soul.
It'll be weird to not have my own place to go back to, seeing as they're probably still trying to clean my old room out for the freshman who'll move in next year. I have plenty of places to crash, including with Andy and with this really cute girl from school named Danielle, who I actually didn't hook up with at school, but who I know is interested, so that's no problem, but it's still weird to be coming home to someone else's place.