So It Goes

I'm just not used to being home, I suppose. I'm not used to laying in bed with nothing but the tick tock of a clock across the room, and not even that nowadays, considering my alarm clock is at my dorm. I'm here for five weeks, it's 10:24, and I am alone. I'm simply not used to it. I feel the need to constantly be around people, even though I may not talk to them, simply the sound of life around me down the hall and around the corner, it's soothing. I now wake up to birds and sunlight, not yelling from down the hall and anxiety about my next test, which should be pleasing, but I'm finding it awfully boring. I've become so accustomed to my anxiety that life is boring without it. That extra drama that college drowns me in. But like getting used to the dorm life, I will become unused to it, and I'll have to become used to it all over. So with that being said, in the wise, golden words of Kurt Vonnegut, "So it goes".