For Sale
I hate that when I don't remember to do something that others are responsible for as well, it doesn't happen. What's the meaning of group effort?
Home soon. That means a reminder of the reasons I don't like home and a refresh of seeing the fam. I sit here in Santa Fe and find myself longing for things that no longer exist back home. My boyfriend asked me where I thought I was going to live after college, if I was thinking about returning back home... I don't think I am. I originally was going to go back to Dallas and live there and do whatever there, but I hate that town. Moreover, I hate theatre in that town. It lacks greatly in the many things I'd like to have around me when I settle in a place to begin my life. Sure, friends are there, but they aren't going to be there long after college. My three best friends are all going different directions; one has to serve two years on a ship for the navy, the other wants to go to St. Louis and then to California, and the third thinks he might head North, but is never really sure of where he's going. And if I live at home, I'll be stuck with all of those people who never left after high school anyhow. I'll see them everywhere because such is the way of life... and that will be annoying fast. I guess home just seemed like the place to resort to after school because I haven't found a place I think I'd be really happy in. The parents would most certainly still try to excercise some sort of tyranny on me if I came home. I don't necessarily want to get away from my fam, especially my mom's side...we're all very close. But in the distance I've kept these past two and a half years, I haven't lost any of the closeness I felt originally. If I did move away, there would always be trips home anytime and they'd trip out to wherever I ended up at, I'm sure..
I had a long battle in my head about that. Where am I going... I'm going whereever I feel like going, and I'll end up where I'm happiest.
And I still have a year and a half left before the deadline.
Home soon. That means a reminder of the reasons I don't like home and a refresh of seeing the fam. I sit here in Santa Fe and find myself longing for things that no longer exist back home. My boyfriend asked me where I thought I was going to live after college, if I was thinking about returning back home... I don't think I am. I originally was going to go back to Dallas and live there and do whatever there, but I hate that town. Moreover, I hate theatre in that town. It lacks greatly in the many things I'd like to have around me when I settle in a place to begin my life. Sure, friends are there, but they aren't going to be there long after college. My three best friends are all going different directions; one has to serve two years on a ship for the navy, the other wants to go to St. Louis and then to California, and the third thinks he might head North, but is never really sure of where he's going. And if I live at home, I'll be stuck with all of those people who never left after high school anyhow. I'll see them everywhere because such is the way of life... and that will be annoying fast. I guess home just seemed like the place to resort to after school because I haven't found a place I think I'd be really happy in. The parents would most certainly still try to excercise some sort of tyranny on me if I came home. I don't necessarily want to get away from my fam, especially my mom's side...we're all very close. But in the distance I've kept these past two and a half years, I haven't lost any of the closeness I felt originally. If I did move away, there would always be trips home anytime and they'd trip out to wherever I ended up at, I'm sure..
I had a long battle in my head about that. Where am I going... I'm going whereever I feel like going, and I'll end up where I'm happiest.
And I still have a year and a half left before the deadline.