Just the beginning. . .
20 year-old Terra Hepburn was on her way back home from a semester abroad. She is a free spirit and one who believes in after lives, destiny and living by the moment. In her backpack reside two journals, one finished and one not yet started.
There’s nothing like a clean, fresh page to start a new chapter of my life.
I really should cross out the line above but it seems fitting, however twisted. I mean, it’s obvious we’re going to be here for awhile and I don’t mean in the “we’re just passing thorugh” here for awhile. It became obvious by dusk, after everyone had quieted down that a rescue wasn’t happening. Some were still hopeful, of course. There’s always those few who believe in the impossible.
I think I used to be one of them…
I just wonder I keep thinking about Jason and how he was going to be meeting me at LAX. I haven’t seen him for four months, five days and… I spose it’s more than that now. I wonder So four months and six days.
I wonder how long we’re going to be here?
It’s so hard to write by the fire. The shadows are inconsistent… did I mention the ocean is really beautiful at night? There’s nearly a full moon and the light from it highlights the dancing waves… that’s the only thing here that’s normal. The ocean. Whoda thunk?
…
There’s seomthing in the jungle.
~.~.~.~.~
I danced in the rain today. Yesterday it was hot and sticky; the sand kept sticking to my skin. I was so glad to wash it off; it was so refreshing.
I felt, in a way, like I was washing a part of my life away. Being refreshed. It felt invigorating.
…
I sat with Claire today. She’s eight months preggers and very very pretty. We both wrote in our journals in some seats someone placed in the sand. Then we watched the sun go down, kissing the ocean in the same place the mood did last night. It was exotic. I felt like I was in Hawaii… except without the hot guys and alcohol with little pink umbrellas sitting on top.
What I would give for an umbrella right now… I’m a bit sunburnt. Claire is too.
I think we’re going to be good friends. :)
P.S. I like sushi.
There’s nothing like a clean, fresh page to start a new chapter of my life.
I really should cross out the line above but it seems fitting, however twisted. I mean, it’s obvious we’re going to be here for awhile and I don’t mean in the “we’re just passing thorugh” here for awhile. It became obvious by dusk, after everyone had quieted down that a rescue wasn’t happening. Some were still hopeful, of course. There’s always those few who believe in the impossible.
I think I used to be one of them…
I just wonder I keep thinking about Jason and how he was going to be meeting me at LAX. I haven’t seen him for four months, five days and… I spose it’s more than that now. I wonder So four months and six days.
I wonder how long we’re going to be here?
It’s so hard to write by the fire. The shadows are inconsistent… did I mention the ocean is really beautiful at night? There’s nearly a full moon and the light from it highlights the dancing waves… that’s the only thing here that’s normal. The ocean. Whoda thunk?
…
There’s seomthing in the jungle.
~.~.~.~.~
I danced in the rain today. Yesterday it was hot and sticky; the sand kept sticking to my skin. I was so glad to wash it off; it was so refreshing.
I felt, in a way, like I was washing a part of my life away. Being refreshed. It felt invigorating.
…
I sat with Claire today. She’s eight months preggers and very very pretty. We both wrote in our journals in some seats someone placed in the sand. Then we watched the sun go down, kissing the ocean in the same place the mood did last night. It was exotic. I felt like I was in Hawaii… except without the hot guys and alcohol with little pink umbrellas sitting on top.
What I would give for an umbrella right now… I’m a bit sunburnt. Claire is too.
I think we’re going to be good friends. :)
P.S. I like sushi.