Back in New York.
Actually did feel sad at prospect of leaving Minnesota. Close to shedding tears when said goodbye to parents, as remembered how lovely they are to me. Why is it when you least want it, you remember the good stuff about people? When I fought with my parents over break, all I could think was "New York, New York," but on my way back here, I couldn't stop thinking about all the sweet things they do. Definitely must work on being better daughter.
I found it really ironic when a certain mother was complaining about another's lectures on how to raise a better daughter, because mother A's daughter is so much better than mother B's.
Longing... for
something again. Maybe it's for my suitcase to be unpacked and re-packed for Italy. Maybe it's for my sore throat to go away. Maybe it's for A. to be here.
Definitely the latter.
I also want to talk to someone, but I believe he will be busy tonight, naturally.
I'd better stop before I lose you all in a maelstorm of vagueness.