3 weeks is not long enough

I don't wanna be here.
I wanna go home, I know I'm at my house, but I wanna go back home. It's so boring here. I spend all my time waiting, and it seems like nothing ever actually happens. I spent all morning waiting for him to wake up. I spent all afternoon trying to write this essay and I haven't written a word. I haven't even decided which chapter to write it on. The only chapter that makes sense I can't even begin to relate to writing. At least, not my writing. I wanna go back to explaining Bible stories to 10 year olds. I wanna go back to yelling and dancing and playing and innocence and laughing. I wanna go back to beauty and wonder and power. I wanna go back to independence and authority and knowledge and belonging.