Head above ground

Santa Barbara doesn't seem to have changed much since I've been gone. But times are strange here, as these are my last few days before I pack up and leave. To where? I literally don't know. I'm fighting off the depression that is crawling around my ankles every day now. I know that as soon as I'm in the next place, I'll feel fine. But extracting myself from an unfinished thing still feels kind of wrong.

I've given the reasons for cutting my exchange short so many times they start to sound false. But as trivial as they sound when I hear them with my own voice, I know that exchange rates and costs of living and really big loans are solid things. It's just kind of sad. And maybe I could have fought harder to stay here. At the end of last quarter, when I had the chance, two more ten-week terms and another trimester at Victoria sounded like hell. And although I don't know what the alternative is yet, I'm excited to find out. I just have to keep my head above ground a little longer.