Not quite as cool as Natalie's story...but, well, I'm not in NYC... ;)

Everyone told me coming home after being is college would be weird, and like always, I didn't believe it. I've been home since I moved away; actually, almost every weekend in the past month. However, I overlooked one small detail: those times were only for 1-2 days at a time, and now I'm back for 10 days. Ten whole days. It's not weird because of my family or because my friends aren't here (ok, a little weird, but not my point here). What I'm getting at, is the all-of-a-sudden-crazy-overwhelming amount of high school reminders decorating my room. During my quick trips home prior to this break, I had never paid attention to the various items covering my bedroom walls. Except now, I feel very far removed from all of it. My bulletin board is covered in programs from our shows, my old work schedule and whistle, a Rent ad, and a variety of decorated quote pages I made during the past two years. All of my high school books cover my bookshelf, and my diploma, tassle, honors ropes, and cheerleading mirror sit on a shelf by my TV. On top of that, I finally got back an "About Me" project I had to make for my proseminar. When it was due, in the middle of September, high school was still hot on my mind, so I covered it with pictures of high school: cheerleading, friends, shows, ranch days, uniforms, prom, etc. I just got it back yesterday, and it doesn't feel like me anymore. I feel so far away from the days when those pictures were taken, it's unreal. Actually, I think it's that feeling, combined with coming back to my room, that triggered this blog. It's just weird. (How's that for a closing line? I think Shakespeare used it all of the time, actually. ;) )