Hey, insomnia.

It's back. I swear, I didn't sleep in college. I expected to come home, get ready, complete this massive to-do list of catching up I had accumulated over the past four years, and sleep. All I came home to was kitten sheets and a homemade quilt. And, that's where I have been for the past few weeks. I think it's healing, really, to camp out under the hand-sewn girls with colored bonnets that cover little girls' quilts. There's something about going back to your room, not your apartment, but your own little room with your first furniture and those pictures from forever ago with the only real friends you still have that just...heals.

This room hasn't changed much, and really, neither have I. I think coming home before moving to Chattanooga may be one of the smartest ideas I've ever had. You just remember who you were, who you are, and the reason you went to college in the first place.

Something should be said about the massive amount of Disney Princess stuff in this room. It wasn't from when I was a little girl, though. I got all of that in highschool when the Left Side (our "gang") still believed in making wishes and Prince Charmings. I still ahve the pictures of us outside Dave and Busters that first time. It was the spring of my freshmen year, and we had all had possibly the hardest previous year that we will ever endure. Still, that's my favorite picture. Above it is one from one of my 13 birthday parties at Rosie's. Aside from Farrell not being in it, that picture is close to perfect. Next is the Tea Party picture from when I was Alice, Kari was the March Hare, and Stephanie was the Mad Hatter. What else. My rhinestoned point shoes are on the top of my shelf from when I was Cinderella and needed glass slippers.

I still have pictures from Winterfest, DMA, Disney World, Dave Phillips and every single "Left Side Pretty Picture" from picture week.

I think this has been good. To come home, to remember where you came from, and to remember the ones that are going to keep in touch no matter where you go.

Yea, it's cliche. But they have to be cliches for a reason. They're almost always true.

And so, it is valid to say that there is something healing between kitten sheets and homemade quilts.