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May 13, 2006 23:13

well. i'm 20. i feel old. no, i don't feel old. i sound old. i don't feel any different than i did yesterday, but to say that i'm finally out of the teens is so odd.

this time last year i was just becoming comfortable with my sexuality. i had reached the point where i didn't care if everyone knew. i am much more open about it now, to the point where i joke about it. and that's fun.

in a year i've had 4 homes: Pepperhill (in a way), my house, Centre, and London. I have made a life for myself everywhere but nowhere lasts. I have not been in one place longer than 3 months at a time. and my house feels the least like home out of the them all, not including pepperhill cause that was a joke. it is a very strange feeling that my room has become more of a storage closet than a room. and my house has become more of a point to pass through than someplace that i live. i guess this is a part of growing up. it used to be exciting to move from place to place so often but now i just want things to settle down. i want to have a home that is more permanent than just a couple months. if there is one thing that i've learned in my 19th year it's that nothing lasts forever. like that quote from The Outsiders "nothing gold can stay."
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