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I like September. It's when the leaves on trees turn a deeper shade of green before they change colors and fall off. I wrote it on my to do list to make sure I notice this before it's too late. In this city I don't have a tree, unless you count the trees that everyone can have at the common, and that's a huge change. I think it makes me notice them more readily. Last night we walked through the common and I could pick up the scent of the grass - I guess since there isn't any around me all the time. It was so pleasant and made me really miss Pennsylvania nature.
The upstairs neighbors and the house next door - those people - they're all moving out all of a sudden. I wonder if we smell bad.
It's strange to be in a strange place and not know anyone besides one person and your cat and not even recognize the people at the grocery store. Exciting, but strange. Good thing I'm not a person who depends on the company of others. I'm glad we decided to move far away the first time, otherwise I'd be too tempted to run back home all the time, and that takes away from the sense of adventure. I really miss my chickens.
It's sort of useless to write about moving away.. it isn't anything unique, no one cares. I can say that I can't imagine myself ever settling into one place. I want to live everywhere. I love to visit places but I feel even more drawn to LIVE in those places. I'm especially drawn to quaint or small towns, or just places where I can get around by walking. But I think in the end when I finally have to settle for a period of time I won't stay in a place like that. I'd like to have a tree or two.
But then again.. I'm really bad at getting around by walking. I victimize myself. That's exceptionally embarrassing to admit, but it's true. I'm really nervous going places by myself, in this extremely low crime town. We live in a really safe part, and I'm going to be working in a really safe part. I don't know how to react to cocky frat boys and mexicans [like the 18 year old mexican who made kissy faces at my mom in the dollar store. gross.] who make it their job to make me feel slimy. It's upsetting. End of story.
I can't imagine myself living on a college campus, or sharing a tiny room with someone. Most would argue that it's a rite of passage or something, something you just have to DO. I don't want anything to do with that way of life, I'm not comfortable with it. I never wanted to spend four years being lazy and drunk (that isn't a typical stereotype, just an option - please take no offense).. and I think for that it's hard to fit in. I'm a good student, I have a 4.0 and I work and volunteer and I'd rather keep it that way. In my experience a lot of people don't want to hang out on a Friday night sober. I like to play checkers.
Ricky came in and totally disrupted my concentration. The end.
The upstairs neighbors and the house next door - those people - they're all moving out all of a sudden. I wonder if we smell bad.
It's strange to be in a strange place and not know anyone besides one person and your cat and not even recognize the people at the grocery store. Exciting, but strange. Good thing I'm not a person who depends on the company of others. I'm glad we decided to move far away the first time, otherwise I'd be too tempted to run back home all the time, and that takes away from the sense of adventure. I really miss my chickens.
It's sort of useless to write about moving away.. it isn't anything unique, no one cares. I can say that I can't imagine myself ever settling into one place. I want to live everywhere. I love to visit places but I feel even more drawn to LIVE in those places. I'm especially drawn to quaint or small towns, or just places where I can get around by walking. But I think in the end when I finally have to settle for a period of time I won't stay in a place like that. I'd like to have a tree or two.
But then again.. I'm really bad at getting around by walking. I victimize myself. That's exceptionally embarrassing to admit, but it's true. I'm really nervous going places by myself, in this extremely low crime town. We live in a really safe part, and I'm going to be working in a really safe part. I don't know how to react to cocky frat boys and mexicans [like the 18 year old mexican who made kissy faces at my mom in the dollar store. gross.] who make it their job to make me feel slimy. It's upsetting. End of story.
I can't imagine myself living on a college campus, or sharing a tiny room with someone. Most would argue that it's a rite of passage or something, something you just have to DO. I don't want anything to do with that way of life, I'm not comfortable with it. I never wanted to spend four years being lazy and drunk (that isn't a typical stereotype, just an option - please take no offense).. and I think for that it's hard to fit in. I'm a good student, I have a 4.0 and I work and volunteer and I'd rather keep it that way. In my experience a lot of people don't want to hang out on a Friday night sober. I like to play checkers.
Ricky came in and totally disrupted my concentration. The end.