Home

Okay, so apparently my head and its accompanying migraine has reached the point where even sleep is impossible, so I woke up at 6:30 for no reason whatsoever other than my body has a sick sense of humor.  My last day of Christmas vacation and I wake up at 6:30?  NOT COOL.

So I laid there.  And laid there.  And then the stress hit.  Usual pre-semester jitters, no doubt, but count in the fact that I am now at 61 days of constant pain (it's easy for me to keep a count because I remember the last day my head didn't hurt was Election Day) and I haven't slept well in days, and I was legitimately in panic mode there for a bit, wondering how I was going to make it through this semester when my head just seems to be getting worse.

So I prayed.  I prayed for peace.  I prayed for help.  I prayed for strength.  And then I texted some friends hoping that at least they would see the text when they woke up.  (At this point, it was still before 8 am my time and pretty much everyone I texted lives in Nashville.)  And then laying there got old, so I tried to distract myself with music.  Music always helps.

While I was getting ready and eating breakfast and finishing packing up everything, I got some replies.  My friends are awesome.  They're so good at reality checks when I need them.  God is just beyond faithful and wonderful.

Mommom arrived just after 11:00.  We packed up the car and hit the road.  We got to Campbell around 1:30, unloaded, and she left.

I immediately got to work unpacking for fear that if I sat down I wouldn't find the energy to get up again.  Plus, I wanted to get my room back in order.  And as I was doing so, a whole new sense of excitement came over me.  I was just so happy to be back.  This is my home, at least for now.

Since I finished unpacking so early, I sat down and watched the 25th Anniversary Concert of Les Misérables on YouTube.  Why not?  I'm a bit in love with the music, and I had nothing else to do.

And then I took a shower and did some random stuff until Revenge came on, and can I just say hallelujah for the return of television! I hate the Christmas break of TV. :)

Now, my sheets are in the wash, so I can't go to bed for a while.  Good thing I don't have anything to do tomorrow.

Another semester is about to begin.  I am back where I belong.  I am home.  And at least for right now, I couldn't be happier.