August 5th, 1990
I’m back in Bayville and I find myself wanting people to ask me if I’ll miss anyone from Mexico just so I can let go of the sadness, release it.
It’s different from last summer when I got home from SAI (Summer Arts Institute) and I had this immediate and intense yearning to go right back. I’m not really going to miss Mexico. I’m going to miss college. I was in college for six weeks and now I’ve got to return to a high school that is detested more than ever. I want to keep experiencing different things like I did while I was there, with different types of people. I want to form bonds lasting for more than six weeks. I want… I don’t know what I want. I want more of those good times, I guess. I want the guarantee that I won’t have to wait another year to experience more.
