Back at Wellesley

Well, I'm here. I guess I didn't have a choice but to come back (damn those commitments). And I don't really feel like publicly posting my feelings about the weekend. There are very few outside of my family who actually understand the gravity of it all (and only a few more who have tried). I'm not really sure I fully understand yet. Except that it's been a week and I'm still crying. I don't know. It still doesn't feel real. Maybe once I get it all out in my letter or journal, I can write a few words here.

Emma just called. Gonna talk to her for a bit.