It's the 30th of October. I feel like I'm drowning in papers and reading and work and money and relationships and being here but missing him and counting down every single day and committment that I have until Thanksgiving when I can finally go home.
Breathe.
The fading color of fall is accompanied by frosty mornings, approaching deadlines, and the same kind of restlessness I feel every year about this time. The urge to get out - be done - move on. Struggling to find balance and contentment, while knowing that without them I will go insane.