vaction
My vaction. I have been home for a week, today. I am ready to go back. I am not used to answering to my parents. Plus home is no longer home. Getting the stupid looking Christmas tree probaby helped me about the moving thing unoffically. In Virginia I know they won't sell fur trees.
Today I started painting my happy cheery room a nutral color. The color? Dove White. Yup, my room big empty and dove white. Sounds homey? Its't at all. My room now.... in the closet some cloths I don't want to give away, a cute white skirt ruined with a stain on it and two hats I love and plan to bring back to school with me but never wear. My book shelve full of books but all the good ones at school. In a corner a loney table with my reject cd's I should just give to goodwill and get it over with. My bed in the other corner. Soon that will be gone. I will be forced to sleep in my brothers room. My dad needs a bed in Virginia and mine is going. Then there is my bed stand with a camera, my hair brush, and pictures of my and TJ I got for Christmas---they are coming to school with me. On the floor sits my suit case. My life for the next four, maybe five years. Home is no longer home. I have said that already but how can it when you know this time next year I will not even be here?
When Nick called today I did a dance in my heart. AN ESCAPE from my new white washed room. I jetted off to Portsmouth. What a pretty night. Portsmouth was so pretty. The Christmas lights still out and it was a good cold. You know cold enough to wear a jacket not cold enough for the hats, gloves, etc. I felt a moment in the beloved city I will miss dearly. You look at everything differently when you know it is going to change. Today, I stopped and read the US Customs House and Historical Post Office sign. Where is that? I bet you walk past it everytime but have you ever noticed it? I need pictures of everything...everybody but I have none.
Everything is changing. In two years I will be doing an internship with the government...ME?! I am not old, nor wise, nor smart enough to do that. I still have two years.
I want to go back to school but I want to stay here. I want to go back to school because it is a new chapter in my life and I want to see how it unfolds yet I am not ready for this on to end. Even though it already did 7 months ago.
Today I started painting my happy cheery room a nutral color. The color? Dove White. Yup, my room big empty and dove white. Sounds homey? Its't at all. My room now.... in the closet some cloths I don't want to give away, a cute white skirt ruined with a stain on it and two hats I love and plan to bring back to school with me but never wear. My book shelve full of books but all the good ones at school. In a corner a loney table with my reject cd's I should just give to goodwill and get it over with. My bed in the other corner. Soon that will be gone. I will be forced to sleep in my brothers room. My dad needs a bed in Virginia and mine is going. Then there is my bed stand with a camera, my hair brush, and pictures of my and TJ I got for Christmas---they are coming to school with me. On the floor sits my suit case. My life for the next four, maybe five years. Home is no longer home. I have said that already but how can it when you know this time next year I will not even be here?
When Nick called today I did a dance in my heart. AN ESCAPE from my new white washed room. I jetted off to Portsmouth. What a pretty night. Portsmouth was so pretty. The Christmas lights still out and it was a good cold. You know cold enough to wear a jacket not cold enough for the hats, gloves, etc. I felt a moment in the beloved city I will miss dearly. You look at everything differently when you know it is going to change. Today, I stopped and read the US Customs House and Historical Post Office sign. Where is that? I bet you walk past it everytime but have you ever noticed it? I need pictures of everything...everybody but I have none.
Everything is changing. In two years I will be doing an internship with the government...ME?! I am not old, nor wise, nor smart enough to do that. I still have two years.
I want to go back to school but I want to stay here. I want to go back to school because it is a new chapter in my life and I want to see how it unfolds yet I am not ready for this on to end. Even though it already did 7 months ago.