On the way back here I was looking at the university oddly, trying to imagine what I saw when I came to visit around this month senior year. The thought? "I could be happy here." Everything looked beautiful—the trees were blooming and turning green, the grass was wet and dewy, and the sun wasn't really out, but it still looked good.

The sad thing about that is that it's only that—a potentiality—not my everyday reality. That potentiality lies latent for me, at least, 'cause I haven't really found a way to enjoy this place for even so long as a full day at a time. It's unfortunate.

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