in the wake and bustle of college academic life i dream of quiet days at work with the people i love doing the things i long to do.

i long to wake up in my big bed not to an alarm but from puppy kisses, only to drag my aching body still tired from yesterdays work out of bed and into the kitchen where she is making breakfast and he is barely awake sitting with a steaming cup of coffee, eyes already distant as he lays out in his mind the days' work.

a walk through dew soaked grass in the early morning with the munchkin racing around at our feet to start a new day. everyday is different, and filled with passion... very unlike where i am now.

and i miss it. oh do i miss it. i miss it with every fiber of my being.

here i am trying to figure out who exactly i am, and finally it hits me... i will never find that person here. i will never find the girl, the woman, the person that grew up with the name katherine schafer anywhere here on this campus. i dont belong here. i left my heart somewhere else. and until my time here is done, that is where it will remain. and for that i am sorry.