Weirdly, for the first time in forever, I actually felt homesick today. I didn't even feel all that homesick when I first got to the States years ago. I was angry, yes, extremely, but...I didn't really miss my parents or Alec either, all that much. Maybe because I didn't actually like them, and was more pissed off at them making me come in the first place. Maybe it's guilt that I'm still just pissed about the circumstances of losing them even two years later, and that Elthina is one of those things that still feels like I'm getting punched in the gut or something. I don't know.
They say there's not a timetable for grief but it feels wrong or something, which makes the guilt come on, which makes me absolutely crazy til I'm batting my head against the wall trying to shut it up for a while. I mean really, brain. Be quiet. Can you please be quiet?
In other news, that doesn't deal with actually missing Scotland or Boston, because being a little melancholy obviously means I need a change of pace for a while. I used to study down at Beacon Hill at, you know, Cheers, so I'm pretty good at noise levels and all. And I like screaming at people to bring me more beer because I'm making a brilliant argument and can't get up, so... Any of the pubs round here still do darts? I mean classy coffeehouse is good for a while, but those close up at night, and I really don't want to be alone with my own self generated drama fest when it gets late...