Nearing the End
I feel like this journal has sort of died from within itself. It started as a safety deposit box of my questions and answers about who I am and who I want to become; my troubles and my fears; my frustrations and my triumphs. Mostly though, it was a great place to relieve and relive intense emotions and moments as I had remembered them fresh from the event. I've learned a lot about myself by just reading about myself and seeing the progression of my personality and persona throughout the years.
I am leaving in a few days, but have not gotten this whole address thing straightened out. Just a few more days, and poof, no more home. It becomes more like a vacation hideaway, a getaway house. I won't ever really "live" here again. I'm missing the small thing (yes it's just one), that alternate summer ego we all have, living a sort of mini-life that begins with summer vacation and goes on pause when school begins.
What a great ride it's been, even if I don't want to leave.
I am leaving in a few days, but have not gotten this whole address thing straightened out. Just a few more days, and poof, no more home. It becomes more like a vacation hideaway, a getaway house. I won't ever really "live" here again. I'm missing the small thing (yes it's just one), that alternate summer ego we all have, living a sort of mini-life that begins with summer vacation and goes on pause when school begins.
What a great ride it's been, even if I don't want to leave.