In the OKC Airport

Sorry, those last two posts were old drafts that I just didn't post for some reason. The are out of order, like it matters. Miss you guys already.

It is difficult to have two homes. One is constantly away from something. Really, it isn’t healthy. I am sure that this is one of the main reasons the products of tumultuous childhoods are dysfunction and depression. I fly from Nashville to Oklahoma, two places that aren’t so different at all, aside from a different assortment of friends and/or family, and I feel like I am leaving something behind each way. There is something comforting and hopeful about going to a place or a person, but either way I fly, I have an irresistible tendency to feel pulled away. However, I know that after one day in my pillow-soft bed with my treasured lucky bamboo and my pink walls that continue to suffocate under a select set of posters and post cards, I will be right as rain, unwilling to leave my second home as I am my first.

I have no resolutions this year, besides being a better person and whatnot, which is what I always want to be, despite the season. I hope I can get more involved in school and extracurriculars and finally be able to talk to Krystal Kohler without feeling like a complete slacker.

Sincerely,

Steven