Not Back to School

It's official. I have had what I guess could be considered my first official breakdown since moving to Cleveland. This is not a breakdown in the sense of totally falling apart, unable to live life effectively, etc, but a breakdown in the sense that on Friday night I suddenly found myself in tears. It had been a great week, I love it here, all things were in order, but I suddenly realized that I'm not going back to school. See, this summer sort of feels like last summer where I spent a few months away from all my school friends. Which means that right now, at the end of August, it feels like I should be going back to school; that all my friends will congregate in P-town for another year. But this will never happen again. What's more, I will never again be surrounded by even one billionth the number of friends P-town/grad school provided. My handful of Ohio friends will have to suffice...and sometimes they just don't.