I'm Not Homesick.

This week has been weird.
I've been in my room a lot doing homework.
And there were many times where I felt like I was at home.
I felt like I heard my mom calling my name.
Someone brushed themselves against the wall
and I thought it was my brothers.
I was getting ready for my roommates volleyball game tonight
and I felt like I was getting ready to go to
my high school football game.
I've also been waking up really early
thinking it's time to get up.
When really...I have a good 2 more hours of sleep.
I don't know if it's all because I've been missing Paul.
Or that it was just excitement that his one year was this week
so I thought a lot about home?
Whatever the case may be...
it was a weird week.