I'm going back up to school tonight. I'm both anticipating the new semester and dreading it. I want to do well but I'm worried I won't do well. Same old same old. Also I have to figure out what I'm going to major in.

Even though the bus ride up is long and exhausting, I always like the first 2 hours from Philly to New York at 2 in the morning. I like to get a window seat and stare out at an empty shiny Market Street as we roll on out of Philly and onto the bridge. I'm very picky about the song I choose during this moment-- there's a certain mood I'm in. It feels like the past drops away and the rest of my life is just beginning. It's unexpectedly bittersweet.