Thermochemistry

It's a lovely idea, I agree. It makes me think of snuggles and freezing cold feet searching out warm bottoms on couches and a love's legs late at night. Heat goes toward where it is cold. When you open up the fridge the cold air doesn't come out but the hot, sticky Virginia air might rush in before you can grab your goat cheese, or your almond butter, or even if you can't decide and shut the door and wander. I'd love to write this all down on an exam, but instead I'm stuck staring at a computer animation of a piston-cylinder with too many hyperactive molecules for my sleepy, mucus filled brain to understand right now. Instead that sluggish organ keeps wandering away from the thermochemistry fridge to thoughts of home.
Oooh, in 20 short hours my body can be cuddled up with my sweet dog, while my mind rests and my lungs breathe in the sweet hometown air. The leaves are changing there and apple cider and chesnuts will be in the fridge as always. They'll follow warm, life changing meals prepared from a seemingly empty fridge by my mama.
College makes me grow and feel uncomfortable and awkward and lonely every day but I can be thankful that it makes returning home just that much sweeter. Five years ago P and I went on a walk and talked about home and what it felt like, where it was, and what it could become. Then, all we wanted was out and away but these days, as we bushwack our paths to adulthood we crave the rolling mountains of the Blue Ridge, the red bricks downtown, our cats, and our mamas.

Gulp.

Realised today that P and I are falling into some weird routine and I'm not really sure how I feel about it. All I knows is that when I get pictures of him being a tall, skinny soccer loving goof I feel a little less lonely while I walk downtown.

Missing...

Missing the Mudlings hardcore... this latte was hands down better y'all.

Latte Spurred Thoughts...

I've escaped from campus yet again, but this time I've reined myself in a little and stayed in town. I'm sad to say that it is with pride that I know I haven't run home again but I also know, given the chance (and a working vehicle) I would be home in an instant. Last night I sent P a list of the things I missed, "People. The Mountains. Food. My sister. My dog. Even my mom. You.". He sweetly reminded me that my life was amazing enough to have all those things to love, and to miss.
This seems to be my daily struggle-- I am so thoroughly thankful for the multitude of amazing friends, made family, and things that are in my life but I'd really like to tote them around with me. Perhaps life would be easier this way, though my bag would probably need to be even larger and heavier than usual. Making new connections isn't easy, it's exhausting. So, I've escaped for a little liquid energy to warm up my shivering body. It's foamy and less bitter than at home, but still familiar. Hopefully school life will soon follow the path of the latte.