Driving
Before I came to Evansville, I asked my parents if I could bring my car with me, not because I really felt the need to have the ability to drive places, but more so because I wanted a little piece of home with me.
Part of me thought that was all excuse until this summer.
I had a nice big room, bigger than mine at home, and even with a roommate it was very comfortable. I mean, it kinda felt like I was eternally living in a motel but I got over that I think... But still somenights you just needed to be away and back and have a piece of home with you. So I took a bite out of Matt's lead, or something like that, and would sit in my car, turn on the heat, and listen to music. Sometimes call friends, but mostly just listen to music.
After spending last weekend driving for hours, I've come to realize that there is something very comforting about my car. I love driving in it here, and love spending time there with my music and my choices and my life... It's the only thing here that's mine, 100% mine.
I just wish we had more places to park. In Cooperstown, we'd park outside our rooms... and in Florida there's the water and the bridge...
Watching Brokeback Mountain right now, makes me think of this summer... Sara thinks its depressing, and maybe it is... but there's so much humanity and inhumanity... While I doubt anyone could want the difficulties of their relationship, the ease of coming together and talking about everything from their relationships with each other, with others, their jobs, etc... without worry... that I want.
I think Sara's mad about some biscuits.... Oh well...
The truth is... sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it.
Part of me thought that was all excuse until this summer.
I had a nice big room, bigger than mine at home, and even with a roommate it was very comfortable. I mean, it kinda felt like I was eternally living in a motel but I got over that I think... But still somenights you just needed to be away and back and have a piece of home with you. So I took a bite out of Matt's lead, or something like that, and would sit in my car, turn on the heat, and listen to music. Sometimes call friends, but mostly just listen to music.
After spending last weekend driving for hours, I've come to realize that there is something very comforting about my car. I love driving in it here, and love spending time there with my music and my choices and my life... It's the only thing here that's mine, 100% mine.
I just wish we had more places to park. In Cooperstown, we'd park outside our rooms... and in Florida there's the water and the bridge...
Watching Brokeback Mountain right now, makes me think of this summer... Sara thinks its depressing, and maybe it is... but there's so much humanity and inhumanity... While I doubt anyone could want the difficulties of their relationship, the ease of coming together and talking about everything from their relationships with each other, with others, their jobs, etc... without worry... that I want.
I think Sara's mad about some biscuits.... Oh well...
The truth is... sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it.