i haven’t put down roots. i refer to my dorm as home, and it is, (in a way), but there is something thats not fully developed. i missed certain aspects and think nothing of others. more importantly i didn’t miss the things i thought i would miss the most. i missed my bed, my water pitcher, this little world i created and the independence i have within my own schedule. i miss my dog in PDX the most, him and my dear friends and soon soon enough i will be reunited with them once again (18 days).