changes

Nadya!



Simone!



Joslyn!

Miss my friends....soooo much, yet...



College life is, in a way, surreal. There are few limitations, which sometimes I think are necessary...so that the vast majority doesn't spin out of control. Some of them however, are unfortunate. In Patterson Hall, guys must exit the building at 2am on all days...and it's not that I want to have guys sleeping over all the time, I just like the company of other people. I think guys in general are a lot easier to get along with than girls. Less drama, more fun. Back home, I was basically allowed to do whatever I wanted and whenever I chose to do it...but here I love having no one to report back to. Mom and Dad don't nag me at 3AM anymore asking where I am...because there would be no way for them to regulate that. Since their culture is so different than that of American lifestyle, it might be unthinkable what I could be doing at that time..but in reality, I do think I can do anything at night than I could during the day...just personal preference. I really miss home, as much as I wanted to get away from it in the first place. I'm so sick of getting wraps at Russell House, or maybe another salad at Pandini's. It was great for the first two weeks, because I was under the mind-set that I got to go out for dinner every night with my friends, but after you've tasted one wrap and chicken caesar salad , you've tasted them all. My mom's cooking is unlike any other mom's. It's delicious...ethnic Indian food that I have grown up eating. Rice...some vegetables in aromatic spices and some type of supplemental "curry," which is so generic...but I can't even begin to explain it. October 10th...I'm indulging!

It's funny, I didn't think my friends would miss her food as much as I have been. Since my house has been the communal hangout, our fridge has been the communal kitchen. My friends at state schools and community colleges ( George Mason, UVA, VCCS, VCU etc ) have expressed their impatience for me to come home so they can come over too. School...is okay. Classes suck. Honestly, I just hate doing work...unless i'm not prompted. I have to be in " that mood, " which unfortunately, I haven't been in. I guess I really have been in denial about being homesick. My best friend, Joslyn, even cries to me on the phone...which tears me up. I know college is where you make your true friends, but I think I did a good job of finding them in elementary/middle and high school. More later...