Hey, I am still groovin'
Still here. Sipping away at a tall cup of coffee, feeling mischievous and strangely alive and complete. I have these... wicked aspirations to bite my lower lip, take a deep breath, and push the sliding glass door open and confront the autumn wind with a timid smile. Then run off waving my arms wildly about singing folk tunes from the 1800's.
Hey, I quit my waitressing job. I miss Louis though, who's from Mexico and has a kid and tells me about how he moved here from Mexico City when he was twenty. I promised I would learn Spanish soon. I am nineteen, it's time for me to have adventures too, you know.
So I have been babysitting, babysitting, babysitting. Silly little kids who make me laugh and forget to be serious. Thank god.
And I have been contacting a women who is a sign language interpreter for the deaf, to learn more about what she does. So many options! What to do... who to be...
And I am saving up to go to eastern europe this Spring with a global volunteer's program. I have been emailiing a woman about it, and it's gonna happen. Fuck, yes it will!
And then I have been watercoloring, and remembering how much I love the wishy washy splashes across the paper. And how much I love knitting and felting, and making things, and taking time to go hiking and wandering about. And... this is ok. You know? It's ok. I am still reading, and thinking, and writing. I am just not in school. And it's ok. A little lonely, but I'm like that.
Dearest Lydia, Anna--anyone who reads this, I miss you, and I have not forgotten about you--and if I go to Europe this Spring I will fly to London and meet up with you.
I think Ms. Estes is right, though, livejournal eats my soul...
Hey, I quit my waitressing job. I miss Louis though, who's from Mexico and has a kid and tells me about how he moved here from Mexico City when he was twenty. I promised I would learn Spanish soon. I am nineteen, it's time for me to have adventures too, you know.
So I have been babysitting, babysitting, babysitting. Silly little kids who make me laugh and forget to be serious. Thank god.
And I have been contacting a women who is a sign language interpreter for the deaf, to learn more about what she does. So many options! What to do... who to be...
And I am saving up to go to eastern europe this Spring with a global volunteer's program. I have been emailiing a woman about it, and it's gonna happen. Fuck, yes it will!
And then I have been watercoloring, and remembering how much I love the wishy washy splashes across the paper. And how much I love knitting and felting, and making things, and taking time to go hiking and wandering about. And... this is ok. You know? It's ok. I am still reading, and thinking, and writing. I am just not in school. And it's ok. A little lonely, but I'm like that.
Dearest Lydia, Anna--anyone who reads this, I miss you, and I have not forgotten about you--and if I go to Europe this Spring I will fly to London and meet up with you.
I think Ms. Estes is right, though, livejournal eats my soul...