There's just something about coming home that beats out everything else. Whether it's the fact that I'm back in the familiar, I'm sleeping in my own bed (always a plus), or the fact that it was a vacation. Vacations must end. They must, I'm a firm believer of that.
But here's something I've noticed (pre-Church). I just got back after 2 weeks and people haven't really noticed or at least said anything. To my roommate they have but that's because she was gone for 5 weeks. I get it, it's a very long time during the summer. But still...
And maybe I'm over thinking it. I'll definitely be putting in my post-church views
but besides my roommates, no one else so far has said "Welcome back" of their own free will.
Kind of hurts.
I went on a fun vacation and now I'm back in the real world.
Probably because one of my biggest, no, greatest fears is that I'll be forgotten.
That no one will remember me.
And why should they? What have I done to deserve remembrance?
I'm not nice to everyone.
I lack that charitable love for man, I'm not the girl that is just nice to all.
So of course it gives way for me to be forgotten.
Why remember someone who, while maybe not mean, at least isn't the nicest around?
I know I wouldn't.
Alright, time for the post-church report.
People did notice that I was back.
Not too many
but enough.
I am satisfied for now.
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