Sunday Morning Coming Down

I've figured out that blogging helps me sleep. It must, seeing as the only posts I really put up are very late at night when I'm still awake and restless.

I've not even been back on campus for a week, and it already feels like a lifetime. It's so easy to fall back into this lifestyle, it's so easy to enjoy it and understand it and fit into it.

I needed to go home, it made me a much happier and well-adjusted person back here at college. That's what home is good for, giving me perspective and getting my head on straight. And it fulfilled that purpose brilliantly this time. It made me realize what was important, made me remember where I came from.

Uruguay helped as well. Seeing ten of my second years, all normal, happy, mature, intelligent people. People that I respect and people that I truly enjoy. It was wonderful. Afternoons spent lounging on the beach, licuados at seaside cafes, ventures around the city, nights spent dancing to Uruguayan cumbia, and good conversations over dinners that lasted til way past midnight, just laughing and talking while the last lights of the city went out. It made me realize in yet another way what was really important in life, what kind of person I wanted to be at this college, and what kind of person I wanted to be after it.

Heartbreaking to leave both places, but also hopeful. Hopeful because I learned so much over the past month, hopeful because I will see all of the people I had to leave behind again, hopeful because I finally feel like my optimistic, in control, determined, happy self again. Hopeful because the past month was a turning point, a point to shake myself out of the slump that was last term, a point to regain everything that is simply me again. As my roommate puts it, I finally have my "inner serenity" back.

This posting didn't make me sleepy. It made me pensive. In a good way, but in an insomniac kind of way as well. Too bad.