so my roommate has observed the fact that i was slowly going crazy on campus because i had not gotten off of it for a single weekend in the month that i have been there. She took me home to her farm and i am grateful for the everyday monotonous drum of family life compared to the crazy phsycho beat of college life. It's not even my family but it's comfortable.
She showed me the farm during harvest, the gathering of the crops, the storing of the crops and the storing of the hay. We then hung out with some of her other family who still live around here(wish my family were that interconnected) and it was a blast because i miss my family and it's comforting to deal with adults other than the ones who work at the cafeteria or as professors. The farm also reminds me of missouri where i sometimes go to visit family and see the miles and miles of corn and bean fields before arriving in a city where family is. I can relax here and not worry about being perfect or trying to impress boys or any of that other drama that subconsciously gets under my skin at school. I have been invited to come back in two weeks and i just might if i don't have a problem writing my english paper. sweet sweet second home!
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