“Alright guys, enjoy your weekend”. Wednesday, and the last class of the day had just come to a close, and twenty minutes early to boot! I headed to the subway, and began the journey back to Buffalo. It had been 3 months since my being home, and I was happier than a clam to spend the next four whole days back at twenty-five Manlon.
As my plane began its final descend, we broke free of the clouds, and my home twinkled in the darkness, like those Christmas village displays. My eyes filled up with tears reducing my sight to familiar blobs. Three. Whole. Months – an eternity in Amanda Time.
My plane landed and I grew antsy as I waited my turn to exit my seat, and the plane. I finally made my way down the escalator, and walked outside the drop-off/pick-up area. The brisk Buffalo air greeted my skin, and seconds later I spotted her, that wonderful woman with the beautiful red hair. My mother.
I excitedly hopped in the car, and we made our way home – my real home. I turned the gold doorknob on the burgundy door decorated with a festive fall wreath, and took a deep inhale. Sugar cookies, and laundry – the Limardi scent. Home Sweet home. I got ready for bed (a pair of cozy hello kitty pj’s and a big sweatshirt), and fell fast asleep on the living room rug, watching TV with you guessed it, my momma.
Oh how things have changed. This time last year I didn’t ever want to go home. What was home, a tired town, with boring people? I was now living in the epicenter of - well everything. NYC, The Big Apple – what grander a place? New people, new surrounds, and a new beginning, I wanted to escape everything I was in Buffalo, and create a new me.
I eventually discovered that the “new” me, is really just like the old me - A Momma’s girl, a beer and peanuts simpleton who wants nothing to do with the Fashion Industry, or LIM (Life Is Miserable) College. She likes hanging out with close friends, running errands early weekend mornings, and watching football games on crisp fall days. She’d rather sit at home Saturday night snuggling on the couch with good company and a movie, than to be playing beer pong with college cuties.
The isolation I find my self in is in my opinion a big contributor to my very blue mood. I live in an apartment instead of dorms full of other college students, and I keep to myself at school because I don’t care to talk to the fashioistas. My only socialization is at work on the weekends, and my time spent at the New York Sports Club is the highlight of my days. You’d think I’d be like some feral unkempt beast, but instead my seclusion has created a little sappy mush ball (for lack of a better term). I feel things will get better after I hear from Hunter College. They will be contacting me sometime this month to let me know if I have been accepted for the Spring 2012 semester (fingers crossed please).
XoXo- Amanda
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