saying this one's the love of your life...
So I'm home, kids. Have been since Wednesday actually. I love college and will miss some things about it but was definitely ready to come home for a little while.
Brokeback Mountain is a beautiful movie. Possibly one of the best movie's I've ever seen. I don't even know how to describe it. It captures so many emotions...so many truths that anyone can relate to about having to hide part of yourself and never really living to the full extent and regrets and being too far gone to go back and fix things you wish you'd done differently years before. I don't know. It just...moved me a lot. I want to see it again. It still haunts me afterwards, especially the last line, which I feel like gets sadder and sadder the more I think about it. And the songs "He Was a Friend of Mine" (sung here by Willie Nelson) and "A Love That Will Never Grow Old" are both gorgeous and fit splendidly.
And it was worth the adventures with Annie in Dupont Circle the day before :)
Being home is weird. But I enjoy it. I enjoy feeling like a little kid and depending on my parents again, if not just for a month. But I do wish that sometimes they would let me grow up a little in their eyes. Still having a midnight curfew/wanting to know where I am all the time gets slightly obnoxious. I feel like they choose to forget I've been living on my own for a few months now. Like they know, but they don't want to. They were very sad when I left for college.
Brokeback Mountain is a beautiful movie. Possibly one of the best movie's I've ever seen. I don't even know how to describe it. It captures so many emotions...so many truths that anyone can relate to about having to hide part of yourself and never really living to the full extent and regrets and being too far gone to go back and fix things you wish you'd done differently years before. I don't know. It just...moved me a lot. I want to see it again. It still haunts me afterwards, especially the last line, which I feel like gets sadder and sadder the more I think about it. And the songs "He Was a Friend of Mine" (sung here by Willie Nelson) and "A Love That Will Never Grow Old" are both gorgeous and fit splendidly.
And it was worth the adventures with Annie in Dupont Circle the day before :)
Being home is weird. But I enjoy it. I enjoy feeling like a little kid and depending on my parents again, if not just for a month. But I do wish that sometimes they would let me grow up a little in their eyes. Still having a midnight curfew/wanting to know where I am all the time gets slightly obnoxious. I feel like they choose to forget I've been living on my own for a few months now. Like they know, but they don't want to. They were very sad when I left for college.