Dear LJ
Being home is less strange than I had thought it would be. Which is good. It is definitely strange though. I feel like Garden State captured this emotion beautifully. Once you leave the house that you grew up in, where is home? Your new apartment? Your dorm? The place you grew up in feels familiar, but foreign.
The dynamic of school breaks are also odd. You recapture the friendship of these people who have been mostly absent from your life, then days later leave again. Often filled with stories reminiscing, enjoying the past moments, and not necessarily looking to create new ones. Should this be how it is though? What happens when your stories run out? I suppose that those friendships that fall by the wayside are just that, stories with no more to tell. One thing I have experienced however, is a story that is being written. This story is natural though, one that is not always written day by day, but when inspiration and experience strike.
While talking with my roommate the other day I had said "My favorite part of the day is right before I fall asleep." Why? I thought, the best I could come up with is that you know for the next 8 hours you have nothing to worry about. This brings you back to when you rode in a car seat, and your parents fed you your meals. Everything was taken care of, everything was simpler. I feel there are a couple people in my life that extremely influential, and what I have noticed about them is that around them I feel brought back so a simpler time, a younger me.
I feel that it is these people in which my story spins around. Like a film or novel it is these moments that my story focuses on, not some linear play-by-play of my life. It is these moments that make me who I am, and who I want to be.
The dynamic of school breaks are also odd. You recapture the friendship of these people who have been mostly absent from your life, then days later leave again. Often filled with stories reminiscing, enjoying the past moments, and not necessarily looking to create new ones. Should this be how it is though? What happens when your stories run out? I suppose that those friendships that fall by the wayside are just that, stories with no more to tell. One thing I have experienced however, is a story that is being written. This story is natural though, one that is not always written day by day, but when inspiration and experience strike.
While talking with my roommate the other day I had said "My favorite part of the day is right before I fall asleep." Why? I thought, the best I could come up with is that you know for the next 8 hours you have nothing to worry about. This brings you back to when you rode in a car seat, and your parents fed you your meals. Everything was taken care of, everything was simpler. I feel there are a couple people in my life that extremely influential, and what I have noticed about them is that around them I feel brought back so a simpler time, a younger me.
I feel that it is these people in which my story spins around. Like a film or novel it is these moments that my story focuses on, not some linear play-by-play of my life. It is these moments that make me who I am, and who I want to be.