I'm home.

Sitting in my yellow room. Listening to some emotional La Oreja de Van Gogh, seeing as I now own 45 of their songs. Obsession much?

I'm surrounded by shoes. Pretty shoes, but shoes that I have a feeling won't hold up very well in Norway. I'm not sure if jeweled Grecian sandals and sequined high heels were really made for the slush and snow of Flekke. Oh well.

I'm enjoying home. I'm enjoying the United States. I'm enjoying capitalism and the good things that immigration has done for the variety of restaurants in my city. Translation: I'm enjoying having privacy and speaking regular English and driving and buying things and going out to Mexican/Greek/Italian restaurants.

Being alone is highly underrated. Y es quiza cual es me matanza porque pienso tanto, pero esto es como es. It is something I miss at college, the feeling of being anonymous. It's nice to be able to lose myself in the world for a little while sometimes.

Usually college life seems very small when I'm back home. This time it seems big. Maybe because I miss them more now than I did last year, maybe because I care so much more this year. Cuido tanto. Maybe because real things happened at college this term, it wasn't just my frozen paradise on the side of the fjord. Estaba mucho mas. Maybe it's because I have a lot more to look forward going back to this time. I'm looking forward to enjoying the moments I still have at college, to the people I still have, and to the time I'll have after college. La vie boheme awaits in Paris and it seems to be exactly what I need.

I officially have a chance of getting into at least two universities because two applications have finally been delivered. Only four more to go. Ha. I sound like an insane person in all of them, essays all about how strange I am and everything, but maybe that will work out well for me. At least I'm being honest. Yale/Dartmouth/etc. will know exactly who they're getting if they decide to take me.

Nothing more. I'll enjoy my comfortable bed, my huge closet, coffee with my sister, dinner with my parents, driving in my car, and singing in the shower for two more weeks. And then I'll enjoy getting a tan on a Uruguayan beach and sweating my butt off on the streets of Montevideo.

Life is funny.

Si no sabes que la significaba entonces no te importa mucho, verdad? Quizas no puedo decir algo que cuidas. Soy tonto como ese, obviamente.