So I am home, hoping to nourish myself back into being healed. It is nice to be home, but, I am not sure what it is meant to do for me. I went to Church today, which was amazing because the sermon, in a very round about way, really made sense to me, about the difference between being "cured" and being "healed."
I am happy to be with my family, and have time to think, but at the same time it is so strange for me, because I truly feel that as I am here everything at school keeps on turning, and moving.
I want to finish up this year at least in Nola, but I don't know how strong I can be to be away for so long. This week I am just going to be simple, and do the things that make me happy.
I am doing this guided journal thing, it's for 40 days, writing in a guided journal. I think it will be good for me, because it forces me to actually spend time each day writing, even if about the stupidest, miniscule things. (spelling)
I have a paper that I am meant to e-mail in tomorrow, but I haven't even started. I feel so lethargic, but it is nice. I play with my dog, talk to Paul on the phone, and just everything seems so nice, and calm.

This week will be good for me, I just need to force myself not to fall behind in my work.