Moving Day
So tomorrow is the big day. THE day, the day I've been looking forward to for, well, years. I've imagined this day for so long, and now it's here... but I'm not ready.
I'm not even close to being finished packing, and the truck leaves at nine in the morning...great. I have so much stuff that I just don't know what to do with. Stuff I've had forever, literaly. Junk that anyone else would throw away in a heartbeat, I hold on to for some stupid reason.
I'm also not ready to leave. I've wanted this for SOOOO long, hoping, wishing, counting on this day to get here. I hoped it would rush to get here, I was on my way out. But now that it's here... This is everything I've ever know, I've lived here since I was 3. I see my parents everyday and my grandparent more than once a week, but now I'm just walking away. I see my friends, or at least talk to them, everyday. I can't imagine life without everything I've had for so long.
I have sat in this chair many a day. So many nights I sat here and fumed and vented over something stupid. I sat here at my worst, wishing to be something else. I sat here at my best, spouting off about something that happened. I written from anger and desperation, from happyness and smugness. I've written things I shouldn't, I've erased many of my most true thoughts.
My parents are talking about moving to Cocoa Beach Florida, if my dad's gets the job he wants. I don't know what to think.
My grandparents gave me the 'if we never see you again, we'll remember you' speech today. I couldn't think of never seeing my family or friends again. My family, and especially my friends have been with me through the great day, and helped me up in the bad. I miss everyone already.
Keep in touch everyone. The world waits for no man.
"As I walk away
I look over my shoulder
To see what I'm leaving behind
Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fail
For this is all new
And I'm feeling my way through the dark
I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I'm gonna leave it to stargazers
Tell me what your telescope says
Oh, what is in store for me now?
It's coming apart
I know that its true
Cos I'm feeling my way through the dark
Trying to find a light on somewhere
Trying to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling
in love with the dark over here
Oh, what do I know, I don't care
Where I start
For my troubles are few
As I'm feeling my way through the dark
Through the dark
I'm feeling my way through the dark"
-KT Tunstall
I'm not even close to being finished packing, and the truck leaves at nine in the morning...great. I have so much stuff that I just don't know what to do with. Stuff I've had forever, literaly. Junk that anyone else would throw away in a heartbeat, I hold on to for some stupid reason.
I'm also not ready to leave. I've wanted this for SOOOO long, hoping, wishing, counting on this day to get here. I hoped it would rush to get here, I was on my way out. But now that it's here... This is everything I've ever know, I've lived here since I was 3. I see my parents everyday and my grandparent more than once a week, but now I'm just walking away. I see my friends, or at least talk to them, everyday. I can't imagine life without everything I've had for so long.
I have sat in this chair many a day. So many nights I sat here and fumed and vented over something stupid. I sat here at my worst, wishing to be something else. I sat here at my best, spouting off about something that happened. I written from anger and desperation, from happyness and smugness. I've written things I shouldn't, I've erased many of my most true thoughts.
My parents are talking about moving to Cocoa Beach Florida, if my dad's gets the job he wants. I don't know what to think.
My grandparents gave me the 'if we never see you again, we'll remember you' speech today. I couldn't think of never seeing my family or friends again. My family, and especially my friends have been with me through the great day, and helped me up in the bad. I miss everyone already.
Keep in touch everyone. The world waits for no man.
"As I walk away
I look over my shoulder
To see what I'm leaving behind
Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fail
For this is all new
And I'm feeling my way through the dark
I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I'm gonna leave it to stargazers
Tell me what your telescope says
Oh, what is in store for me now?
It's coming apart
I know that its true
Cos I'm feeling my way through the dark
Trying to find a light on somewhere
Trying to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling
in love with the dark over here
Oh, what do I know, I don't care
Where I start
For my troubles are few
As I'm feeling my way through the dark
Through the dark
I'm feeling my way through the dark"
-KT Tunstall