no matter what i get out, it won't properly get across what i'm thinking. feeling.

either this will be really long, or really short, i'm not sure which yet though. i guess we'll see soon enough. the big problem is that i'm home, and not there, which feels more like home now. and i feel like if i write about it, and how it was the best ten days of my life to this point, then i have to deal with the fact that those ten days are over. and i don't know exactly how to deal with that yet.

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my flight left here in under dark grey skies around seven in the morning. we broke through the clouds just in time to see a beautiful sunrise. fitting. after two relatively short flights, and an hour's time change, i bumped into the woman of my dreams, T. the same one i spent time with in mid-november. [i'm not using her name for her privacy, but if you run into the two of us together, i'll be glad to introduce you to the young lady i love.] we went to the andy warhol museum, the city (i.e. manhattan), and most importantly, her house/hometown. and now i'm 670 miles away, and i'm sad, and i'm aching, and i miss you T. tremendously. but you're the best, and i'm done with looking. (not that i was much into 'looking' before..) i've found you, someone i didn't even know i was looking for. and maybe that sounds like a lot of romantic drivel, but i mean it. i'm done. you're all i want. it's just that simple.

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if someone feels like sending me money so i can transfer schools, i'd appreciate it like little else.. [i know the chances of such a gift, but i'm serious nonetheless.]

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one more thing. merry christmas, happy holidays, whichever you celebrate, if any.

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