the last final. done.
im sitting here in the place that i started calling "home"
im thinking about the people that ive met
and hte people who have stuck
and the people who i care about
and the people who ive learned about
and the people whos lives i know way too much about
im thinking about my experiences
my 18th birthday and my splash into adulthood
my second real job
my first apple computer [and not the last :]
road trips gone wrong
road trips gone right
the clubs and the groups
the worships and the prayer
now i concentrate on my fears.
im fearing going through all the stuff ive stashed around my room
im fearing packing up everything
im fearing fitting it in a 91 mazda protege.
im tearing up
about not seeing some people for a couple months
about not seeing some people for a semester
for another year
for the rest of my life.
sometimes i avoid them. i see them walking down hte way, and i dont want to confront it.
i just go the other way
so i wont have to let it show just how much its going to hurt not seeing them again.
all this after 1 year.
ONE YEAR!
and its not even a year
its a collection of months
and memories
and emotions
and love
and joy
and God
God.
dont let me leave him out..
im thinking about how im still alive
how my most prized posessions [ though their just circuitry and plastic, paper and dirt ]
are still here
serving me
im thinking about newfound skills
newfound joys
newfound tollerance
and that yet-to-be-found life direction
::sigh::
is that sappy enough for you?
oo
i think i hear sleep calling..
:] she has such a pretty voice..
ive missed you, my dear...
btw,
san antonio?
ill be home soon :]
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