*485 - constants

Random nothings have been setting off those tear glands lately. Trudging back from dance one cold Saturday morning, in the middle of worship, in the shower, heck, even in the Statler library while writing an emo letter to nobody in particular.

It's kind of strange how I've become such an emotional wreck. I think it's the whole fragility of being so far away from the comforts and familiarities of home - you are plunged into a new environment where you start off with close to nothing, you develop new constants in your life, you cling like hell to them because they're all you have, but when they're wrenched away from you, you're left flailing, empty, vulnerable.

Psalms 34:18.