Tuesday, February 1, 2011

tea

It's funny. Despite being the best thing that has ever happened to me, TMS has made my life at home infinitely more difficult. It has left me so confused; unsure of the validity of my relationships with my best friends, and unsure of what I really want for my future. The Mountain School, I believe, has made it harder for me to be happy at home as it has made it harder for me to settle, and I resent that. The days are short and the snow is oppressively grey and I want so much to be in the dining hall at 8 o'clock, sipping tea from one of the good mugs.

It was the little things, right? The consistency of the tea tray, the dependability of the spilt sugar and coffee grinds.
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4 comments:

  1. TMS Spring '10February 2, 2011 at 5:44 AM

    *knocks*
    Well said...

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  2. TMS Spring '10February 2, 2011 at 4:34 PM

    I know how you feel...
    But i also believe that TMS made me confident in my ability to make strong and intimate relationships with anyone around me who I choose to love.

    Even if you don't feel like you have great friendships now, you should look forward to the lifetime of them that is ahead of you!

    you know how to love.

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  3. TMS Spring '10February 2, 2011 at 6:32 PM

    yeah i know how you feel too. i think one of the most important things that mountain school taught me was to find happiness and fun in everyday and sometimes boring life and also that for me at least, its hard to for me to feel truly alone anymore. even if i am physically alone, i know there there are 44 other people out there that are always there for me and me for them. ive found plenty of comfort in that and im sure alll of us have at one time or another.

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  4. TMS Spring '10February 2, 2011 at 6:51 PM

    i find myself trying not to think of the mountain school and trying not to think of you all, not because i dont love it and you all, but i love you too much. it hurts so much looking at those pictures, and it is so tempting to imagine i was there again living that life that was so perfect for me. but when i think like that i push all those thoughts down, push it away, because it hurts, and it literally hurts my stomach. i need to learn how to be appropriately nostalgic.

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