Thinking about my dorm’s beautiful lobby (a refurbished hotel, of course) and the company that it carries (my favorite security guard), it will be quite nice coming back to the city that never sleeps.  Home has been everything I’ve wanted it to be, but good things can never last that long and I’ve got to get back into the real world that involves studying my ass off, cheering my ass off, dancing my ass off, basically every situation involves loss of my ass, hehe.

It’s strange that the one thing I’m really looking forward to is the school aspect.  I’m taking a creative writing class that focuses on a global view, and I purposely took no math or science classes.  Hey, I slaved away in my physics-based astronomy class last semester and I deserve a break, especially since this is my last semester at this school and I want to be able to enjoy it.

The only thing I regret is that Choya will not be returning to New York with me.  My gay husband, my soulmate, the apple of my eye, what is the NYC version of Kiana without her Choya?  Honestly, it’s a hard question to answer.  Anyone who knows me or him (which is a hell of a lot of people since this bastard knows everyone in our building) is fully aware that we’ve always been attached to the hip.  Thank goodness he’s visiting and we’ll still always Skype on the regular or I could just shrivel up and die, I’m honestly lost sometimes without him.  He’s my sanity.

I have no idea what to expect when I come back to cheering.  I’ve missed it, but I also miss having free time.  I’ve never been able to simply BE without having my hands full of responsibilities, and college cheering is just the same.  But at the same time, I’ve made my very best friends through it and it’s given me such a great experience.  Unfortunately I’ve recently gone to the doctor and he told me my ankle is still sprained so he wants me to rest it, meaning I have no idea how it will affect my athletic ability.  I’ve stayed off and rested it for over month, and I just found something wrong in the fact that my ankle still throbbed.  He wants me to start physical therapy, gulp.

Aside from it all, I’m going back to the city with a cleared mind and an open heart.  I really hope everything goes well and will be a distraction from the boy at home.