it sucks when simple little things like a song, or a smell, send you into a wave of nostalgia of times past. times when you were happier, or with friends, or something of the sort.
lately its been happening a lot to me. various songs I associate with different people, different scents I've connected with something that happened a few years ago, tastes that belong to a fond memory.
For example. I heard shinedown's "45" today in the car, and it reminded me of the first time I heard it, hanging out with Nymph (wow... I haven't used that name in forever). I believe we were either in her dorm room watching tv or driving to the graveyard, not sure which. but that was a time when I was actually happy. I had plenty of friends, I loved my classes, I loved my town. I don't have any of that now.
which brings me to another point. Home. Home is often said to be where the heart is... well, if thats true, then my home isn't where I'm at now. Don't get me wrong, I like it here, but its not my home. I don't feel like I actually belong here. I don't feel like I belong in my hometown either. Everyone there has kind of written me off as non-existent nowadays. No, my home is in Des Moines, with my friends, the classes and teachers I enjoyed having, where I wasn't tempted to skip class every day like I am here.
If I could go back to Des Moines and write this past year and a half off, I would. But its just not possible.
One last thought. I realized that, for the above reason of where I'm at now not feeling like home, if the GF and I ever break up (I pray to God that we don't) I will be up shit creek with out a paddle. I will have no roof over my head, as all the utilities are in her name, and I have no friends here to put me up. I will not go back to dorm life, that portion of my life was mostly hell thanks to my shitty roommate that I had. I just... yeah... I'd be screwed.