Can I go home yet?

Six weeks really can't come fast enough. I know it's like, right there. I can almost taste it. I just want to go home, ya know? I want to see my mom or Ray (don't care which) coming out of the airport and hugging me and getting in Ted with me so we can DRIVE. I have been considering just driving back home on my own for the past 8 months, but never went through with it (obviously). And I wouldn't, and I won't, I'm going to finish school and drive back to Washington with a piece of paper that says I'm an Equine Science Master.

And then I am NEVER COMING BACK!


Ted is all fixed and ready for the drive (he feels fantastic), Nox & Oedipus are ready to be in the GreenState, my little altar is more than ready to go back and be a part of My Altar where it should be. My cat is ready for me to be home, so he can finally have His Human back, so he can finally have someone to converse with again. I am ready to have My Familiar back, so someone can help me make sense of everything again. And I am so ready to ride my horses. I know I wont be able to ride Skyy right away, since she's still on a care lease... But at least I'll get my Boo back. I want my Boo back, and my Skyy back. I miss my dog, but she isn't my dog anymore, and I am separated from those feelings. I will be happy to visit her again, though.

Please, time, go by quickly, so I can go home and start my life!