A fitting title for this post would be breaks. Up until this point in my ’semi-adult’ life, I have been exposed to a multitude of breaks. Breaks that cause crevices in the ground so deep that entire lives change because of them. And now, I am on a break. A break from living my own life, a break from the good ol’ Gannon University, a place in Erie where I have established a life of my own. Now, here in Pittsburgh, a city I love so dearly, I live in a past life. When I come home after a month or so away, I always feel as if I never come back the same person I was before I left. Going home rejuvinates (sp?) me, and being at Gannon stretches me as a person. So when I come home, I always get that feeling of relaxation. Being home gives me time to think. About my future, about my life, my goals, my purpose, my passions. It’s not easy, thinking about all this deep stuff, but it comes with my territory. I think it’s in my nature, something about me always wants to pry off the surface of any event, or person for that matter, and fish for the deeper meaning underneath.

In any event, I’m reading a great young adult book now, called the Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini. I love this story. It’s made me cry once already and I’m not even halfway through yet. I recommend this book for anyone who wants to read a story about another culture. It’s brilliant really.

So far, on this break, I have seen almost all of my best friends, some family members, and did a lot of thinking. I can’t complain. In the days to come, there will be get togethers, a concert or two, long hours spent at American Eagle, and hopefully some writing here and there. And oh yes, some thinking. I have a funny feeling that next time I come home from break, I really will be slightly different. I know that when I return to Gannon, my life will not be the same as when I left it. What with Carrie gone and everything else, nothing will be the same, and that is okay with me. Really, it’s okay.

I needed this break more than I needed any of the others I’ve had so far. I’m just hoping that I’m not going to be the one breaking apart this time.

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