Looooonely

i miss my family. i miss muskegon. i want to go home. i'm sick of college, of finals, of the neverending stress. i want to come back, but i need a break.

at home, i sleep in my bed, i listen to music on my stereo instead of one my computer. its winter, so snow falls. lake michigan roars in the backround, and if i want to i can walk to the beach to see the frothing waves, feeling the raging wind on my face. i'd walk the length of the shoreline and think for good measure. i'd come home and sit by the fire. play on the grand piano. watch movies downstairs and play lord of the rings on gamecube with nick. i'd practice in my room.

when you're sick you just want to be home. with family.