Home.

That word is one of the most comforting words in the English language. Not that it had to be said, it is so cliche and overdone. But seriously. Nothing is better than coming home. No matter where your home is: A house, a space in the closet, a person, the corner of your bed, the driver's seat of your car...

Just saying the word is warm and enveloping and sound. HOME.

I will only be here for a few more days and then I will head back to my apartment in Hellertown. My roommate moved in today. I'm excited to get back.

Bob and I were talking the other day via BBM, and he said he was sitting by his pool thinking of goals. He wanted to be successful, become a health nut, and really work on his body and feeling good. When he asked me, I said my goal was to be happy. Happy with myself, where I am at in life, my relationships, happy. However, Bob told me this answer wasn't good enough. That it was a copout of the REAL answer. Yeah sure, happiness is no short-term goal. And yes, it was a quick answer. But that REALLY is what I want. Of course there are other things that I want:

To graduate college knowing what I am going to do next, to develop a five-year plan, to have pets with interesting names, to be published, to fit into the jeans hanging in my closet, to not worry about my skin, to travel, to have an herb garden, to keep my friends, to fall in love, to read all the books I have on my to-do list, to FINISH a to-do list, to find a hair color I'm okay with, to not fight with my mom, to pay my own way, etc etc etc.

But Happiness is the biggest goal. And probably the hardest to obtain.

Well. I'm enjoying the last days of summer I have. Tomorrow I will go to the eye doctors, buy a new pair of glasses, and spend the rest of the morning/afternoon by the pool. Wonderful.

Fall is coming...