a place called here.

Victoria is: feeling like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.

if only i could click my ruby red heels three times, chanting "there's no place like home.. there's no place like home.. there's no place like home.." and poof! disappear in a puff of smoke.. only to find that i'm home again; catching the first rays of sunday morning light peeking in through my curtains - colouring my room with the familiar hues of a pink sunset - from the snuggled-up comfort of my bed, where i should be.

the past few days, this obsession with going home has clouded all judgement and distracted me from the task at hand - finishing this essay - due the day before my birthday. this urgency to leave, has taken over my heart/mind and threatens to overwhelm me completely. sometimes, the feeling of homesickness and yearning for christmas spent at home with loved ones, is so powerful it almost spills out when i'm caught unawares, but i almost always catch myself before it does.

5 days to my 21st
6 days till rome
13 days till home