This morning I re-read it and it suddenly occurred to me that I could send it in as my college essay. Okay: it has colloquialisms, contractions, first-, second-, and third-person; it's not structured; it's only 450 words; it doesn't have a story in it; and I reference obscure Slavic gods. But still, I sort of really like it.
It's called "The In-Between Places." Heh--after all that agonizing I did over what I'd write about, I never thought it'd be this. I guess there's something to that saying about finding what you need right when you're not looking for it.