Gosh, it's been a long time since I last wrote out an actual post. I guess this is just what college does to you when things get busy. I hardly have time to sit down and think, much less type out everything that's been going on.

Thanksgiving was this past Thursday, and it was nice. It's good to be home relaxing, before the crushing stress of exams and finals before the long Christmas break. Tonight Luke and I are going out to dinner, then renting "Up" to watch. We saw it in theaters over the summer and it was so good. I think I cried a little if I remember right. So much has changed that it's crazy, but I'm no longer in such pain or hurting for lost time like I originally had been. Time may not heal all wounds, but it does keep pushing us toward the future too fast for us to keep holding on to what's already disappeared. The past few months have been a blur and yet there are moments that stand out in stark relief, be them good or bad. Perhaps I'm just tired of being emotional!

I'm killing time between now and the moment that Luke shows up on my doorstep. That means I still have plenty of time and, if my memory and conscious would allow it, plenty of space to write out everything that has happened so far— however, if I ever decided to make this public again, I'd have to go back and revise so much, because some things are just inappropriate for the public eye. As in, it stands against propriety to be so forthcoming with one's intimate thoughts and experiences, wouldn't you agree? I feel very Anne-ish.

I think I will go back to reading, instead. Oh my.