Memories of faces trace through the sunset shadows

Back in E.L.
BACK. IN. East Lansing.
It feels good to say that.
For the first time in five months, I feel like I'm home.
Sure, I was home in D.C., nearly an ideal home, but it was a false home with a deadline. An ending. Credits had to roll. Nothing I lived in was mine, I wouldn't have that furniture or those curtains, etc.
So being in MY apartment (*to be fair, it's "OUR" apt., since my rmmt Laura is as much a part of this as the rooms in these walls ... but it's easier to say My) feels ... delicious. Apartmelicious.
It's this core thing, the energy's back inside. This is the desk I've used since 5th grade. Those are my sheets and my baby twin bed. That's my book case. That's the view from my window ... eeriely similar to the view from my last window in D.C. Even going grocery shopping feels somehow more glorified. That's likely lame. But I hadn't cooked much my last 2 months in D.C. because of dates w/Tim, so I'm looking forward to that.
I'm also going out with the girls tonight, with Margaret and Esther to Blood Diamond. It feels *real* good to see my friends again.
I'm back at TSN tmrw, in a different capacity of course as a secretary. It will be a new, but structured, but still busy time.
I'm taking 17 credits. It'll be sweet to walk around campus and be a co-ed again.
As I was tearing up my last nights in D.C., everyone, everyone, said they wish they could go back to their last semesters in college and live it up all over again. I could hardly believe that would be an ideal, considering I was about to depart from mine.
However, I think I get it. This is going to be the sweetest semester of my life.
Holla.