The trick is to fool yourself into not caring.

I hate the weekends here. They make me miss home so much more than the week does. I miss having places to go. Like as much as I bitched about Rockford, at least I had a bookstore that wouldn't take me an hour to get to. The nearest Barnes or Borders is 30 miles away. God.
I just. I cannot wait til Friday to go see Maggie. Cannot wait. Honestly. Then I'll just be counting down the days til Thanksgiving. And after that til winter break. And I'm not quite sure why I've been so homesick this week but I really have. 6 weeks is a long time to not be home. But w/e.
I miss you. If you're reading this, I probably miss you more than I can tell you.