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So the summer is pretty close to ending and we now have less than a month until we start college. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I wish so badly that I was going away to college. When the year ended, I didn't think twice about going to Northern, but now that the time is almost here, I've realized that I'm ready to get out of this town. I don't mean forever, because I know for sure that I want to raise my kids here when that time comes, but I just think that I'm at a point in my life where I need to get away. There are so many things here that bring back memories of things that will never be the same and I just feel like if I had the chance to go that I'd feel so much better about everything. This town is my past and my whole life and I think that sometimes you just need the chance to meet knew people.. where you can start over.. because I know that I need that more than anything right now.
No day but today*
Growing up is never easy. You ohld on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been adn look ahead to what would be. Other days, new days, days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate eachother for getting older, we just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.
Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my father used to say, 'Traffic's traffic, you go where life takes you' and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder.
No day but today*
Growing up is never easy. You ohld on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been adn look ahead to what would be. Other days, new days, days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate eachother for getting older, we just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.
Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my father used to say, 'Traffic's traffic, you go where life takes you' and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder.