At this time last year, I was in London, England. Not really important, just thinking.
It's been a good run folks. But I'm glad 2004 is over, and everything that ended with it. Maybe that's bitter sounding but I don't mean it that way. I mean that things are better now, and I'm happy about it. No more false pretenses, no more skeletons. It's over. Clean slate. Freedom. For real this time.
I miss school. Crew, the Gates, Curtis, Gate House, my computer, the most beautiful campus in the world, the snow. Feeling like I'm on top of the world even if we're really only 1400 feet in the air--not that that has anything to do with it. Interesting classes, people who are much smarter than me, boring Frank, Canadians and Hawaiians, a North Eastern state of mind. People I feel like I relate to because they're different from me. Strange, I know. But it's the only way to describe it. Break has been fun, but I'm ready to go back. To go home. Please don't misunderstand me. I love everyone here. I really really do. I know I sound like I don't sometimes but I do. But it's time we moved on. We don't go to Cape Henry anymore. Maybe nothing has changed but it doesn't fit anymore. And maybe no one who needs to hear what I'm saying is actually reading this, but for those who are, I think you all understand. And maybe it's cliched [ok, it IS a huge cliche] but it's a New Year and as good of a time as any to make a new start, as if anyone ever really needed an excuse. Fresh starts are always for sale. I could say more but I don't think I will.
<3
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
-Nabokov [Lolita]
I miss school. Crew, the Gates, Curtis, Gate House, my computer, the most beautiful campus in the world, the snow. Feeling like I'm on top of the world even if we're really only 1400 feet in the air--not that that has anything to do with it. Interesting classes, people who are much smarter than me, boring Frank, Canadians and Hawaiians, a North Eastern state of mind. People I feel like I relate to because they're different from me. Strange, I know. But it's the only way to describe it. Break has been fun, but I'm ready to go back. To go home. Please don't misunderstand me. I love everyone here. I really really do. I know I sound like I don't sometimes but I do. But it's time we moved on. We don't go to Cape Henry anymore. Maybe nothing has changed but it doesn't fit anymore. And maybe no one who needs to hear what I'm saying is actually reading this, but for those who are, I think you all understand. And maybe it's cliched [ok, it IS a huge cliche] but it's a New Year and as good of a time as any to make a new start, as if anyone ever really needed an excuse. Fresh starts are always for sale. I could say more but I don't think I will.
<3
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
-Nabokov [Lolita]