Freedom
It seems so foreign. And yet so lovely...must be like England...this freedom.
I got off the bus from my last day of school eight minutes ago. I was surprised on the bus how free I felt there. I almost never walk about with a smile on my face. But at 11:30 today I did.
My plans for my summer of freedom:
~Read. I never get to when school's in session.
~Write. I don't know what, but that's my plan. This includes letters with my calligraphy pen.
~Sing. Singing brings such great joy. I'll get better, too.
~Play. The piano and cello, I mean.
~Take nice walks through the woods. Self explanatory.
~Draw. I haven't drawn in such a while. I miss it. This includes painting pictures and furniture.
I'll come up with other things, too. But I want to be domestic and adventurous this summer. Heehee...
I know what Amaree emanates....passion. I hope that's right. Correct me if I'm wrong.
So long! I must go bask in bliss...
I got off the bus from my last day of school eight minutes ago. I was surprised on the bus how free I felt there. I almost never walk about with a smile on my face. But at 11:30 today I did.
My plans for my summer of freedom:
~Read. I never get to when school's in session.
~Write. I don't know what, but that's my plan. This includes letters with my calligraphy pen.
~Sing. Singing brings such great joy. I'll get better, too.
~Play. The piano and cello, I mean.
~Take nice walks through the woods. Self explanatory.
~Draw. I haven't drawn in such a while. I miss it. This includes painting pictures and furniture.
I'll come up with other things, too. But I want to be domestic and adventurous this summer. Heehee...
I know what Amaree emanates....passion. I hope that's right. Correct me if I'm wrong.
So long! I must go bask in bliss...