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When I was home in June the smoke alarm was chirping for a new battery.
It’s still chirping.
Does that help you figure out why I am the way I am?
“You can’t go home again.” It’s so true. I’m here, and this is where I grew up, but it’s not quite home anymore. Not only has my room been deJen-ed, but other things are changing. My dad refused for years to admit his eyes were bad enough for glasses. He would simply hold the paper out at a distance to read it. Well I guess his arms finally got too short, because I looked over tonight and he had on these HUGE reading glasses.
I was driving down the driveway and I looked over and the apple trees that had always been there were gone. I’m a little afraid for the sun to rise in case too much else has changed or disappeared.
I was excited about the stars. And meatloaf. It was dark when I pulled in tonight so I was able to get out of my car and look up and see the country stars. There’s something better and more beautiful about country stars than city stars. And the meatloaf was real good too!
Maybe more to come tomorrow night. I’ve got a lot to say about lyrics that have been pretty huge. Lunch and shopping with Wendy tomorrow. And some shopping with my mom. Nothing too stressful. It’s been pretty eventless so far.
Take care,
Jen
Oh, it's so weird to 'sit down' on a bed. For those of you who have lived in campus housing, you more than likely know what I mean.