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.