I am starting to dread going home. On the one hand, I can't wait to see my family and friends again. But on the other hand, I'm not ready to deal with the responsibilities that will be waiting for me. I am now a senior in college and Lord willing, about to graduate. I am director of African Rhythms Drum and Dance Troupe at school. I have two jobs and two classes to complete this summer. I do too much. Here, all I have to do is love and look after babies. Simple. I almost feel guilty because I am getting so much from them. Also, my vision of being reunited with Omar might be better than what the reality will be. Much more romantic, I'm sure. Let me just hold on t
o my dream. It keeps me happy to be able to look forward to it. I forget the troubles that lie just under the surface and are waiting to come out once we have time to deal with them again. And the new ones that have yet to reveal themselves. Tomorrow will be two weeks. The halfway mark. I don't even want to think about how fast two weeks flies by.
o my dream. It keeps me happy to be able to look forward to it. I forget the troubles that lie just under the surface and are waiting to come out once we have time to deal with them again. And the new ones that have yet to reveal themselves. Tomorrow will be two weeks. The halfway mark. I don't even want to think about how fast two weeks flies by.
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