I have 8 more months to go.

Or to be exact, 6 months and 22 days left.
I've been feeling really unmotivated and sad as of late. Maybe this is what being homesick feels like.I thought I was immune to that. But the mountains behind my house talked to me in a way that I never felt before for the 13 or so years that I lived there. They greeted me every day when I was at home this past month.

Anyways I really enjoy bands with a lot of people that make a lot of good noise. A random distant dream of mine is to be in a band. One day I'll reach that point of freedom.

Home is wherever I'm with you.

But bones are too heavy to come up.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.