Notes
I am here.
The woman (Annie) who gave me a manicure, and the woman (Jeanine) I sat next to on the plane-ride, both talked up a storm. I guess I attract this kind of thing? Also, please note that I am not complaining.
My aunt Elena's keyboard at work is squeaky.
I wish I could report to you that since landing in LA, every bone in my body feels right, or I feel like a different person in the way that I feel like the person I am and am supposed to be, but my bones do not feel this way and I do not feel this way. It's okay. I feel unsure. But none of this is negative. I am just going to go with the flow, and I know I will see signs that I am in the right place.
Last night, I dreamt of preschool and autistic kids. I woke up and thought, "I need to work with autistic kids." I think I do. I think, being where I am, that I can.
Yesterday, I was very tired, and kind of out of it, and that night my aunt said to me, "You seem like you're feeling really great!" or something like that, and I, like a slug, turned around and said, "Are you being sarcaastic?" But she wasn't. It gives me hope, that she noticed, even when I wasn't feeling up to snuff.
Today, my cousin Bridget (who is five, who is adorable, and who I will be watching over. Does that make me sound like a guardian angel? Because I am.) told me that she had Jessica in her class, and her real name was Jessica, but my real name was Jessie. All of my relatives and cousins call me Jessie, really, but I am moving into more of a Jess. DOES THIS MEAN I AM TURNING INTO A REAL PERSON? GROWING UP AND SUCH? BECOMING HIP? BOYORGIRLFRIENDWORTHY?
I am getting ahead of myself. Finding Neverland was so beautiful, so hopeful. I love Johnny Depp's eyes, in a way no other girl does, I am sure. They tell the story. The whole mooovie was gorgeous. I wanted to eat it.
My hair is in pig-tails. I am enjoying the palm trees and my family. If I somehow accquire a digital camera for Christmas (in 5 days!) or my Birthday (in however many days it is until it is January 9th!), you can see my pig-tails and my palm trees, possibly at the very same time.
I am now off to deck the proverbial halls. I bet your proverbial halls look smashing. I hope you dance down them while singing to "Jingle Bell Rock" and I hope you wear a swishy skirt or a tail-coat.
I LOVE YOU,
Jessie (if you are my family, which you are. You are my family.)
The woman (Annie) who gave me a manicure, and the woman (Jeanine) I sat next to on the plane-ride, both talked up a storm. I guess I attract this kind of thing? Also, please note that I am not complaining.
My aunt Elena's keyboard at work is squeaky.
I wish I could report to you that since landing in LA, every bone in my body feels right, or I feel like a different person in the way that I feel like the person I am and am supposed to be, but my bones do not feel this way and I do not feel this way. It's okay. I feel unsure. But none of this is negative. I am just going to go with the flow, and I know I will see signs that I am in the right place.
Last night, I dreamt of preschool and autistic kids. I woke up and thought, "I need to work with autistic kids." I think I do. I think, being where I am, that I can.
Yesterday, I was very tired, and kind of out of it, and that night my aunt said to me, "You seem like you're feeling really great!" or something like that, and I, like a slug, turned around and said, "Are you being sarcaastic?" But she wasn't. It gives me hope, that she noticed, even when I wasn't feeling up to snuff.
Today, my cousin Bridget (who is five, who is adorable, and who I will be watching over. Does that make me sound like a guardian angel? Because I am.) told me that she had Jessica in her class, and her real name was Jessica, but my real name was Jessie. All of my relatives and cousins call me Jessie, really, but I am moving into more of a Jess. DOES THIS MEAN I AM TURNING INTO A REAL PERSON? GROWING UP AND SUCH? BECOMING HIP? BOYORGIRLFRIENDWORTHY?
I am getting ahead of myself. Finding Neverland was so beautiful, so hopeful. I love Johnny Depp's eyes, in a way no other girl does, I am sure. They tell the story. The whole mooovie was gorgeous. I wanted to eat it.
My hair is in pig-tails. I am enjoying the palm trees and my family. If I somehow accquire a digital camera for Christmas (in 5 days!) or my Birthday (in however many days it is until it is January 9th!), you can see my pig-tails and my palm trees, possibly at the very same time.
I am now off to deck the proverbial halls. I bet your proverbial halls look smashing. I hope you dance down them while singing to "Jingle Bell Rock" and I hope you wear a swishy skirt or a tail-coat.
I LOVE YOU,
Jessie (if you are my family, which you are. You are my family.)