Oh Bethel...
Well I am now officially living in Bethel...which is sort of a joke considering that I've "lived" here for a week and have only spent one night actually sleeping in this house.
I hate my bedroom (sickly beige-pink colored walls...the color of regurgitated Pepto Bismol), I hate my "stepbrother-to-be" (obnoxious attitude and a terrible habit of eating my hot pockets), and I hate how the entire house is so big yet has this way of feeling extraordinarily cramped.
But I love the fact that downstairs is my world...especially after 10 PM when the demon goes to bed. And I love the fact that our refrigerator can produce crushed ice.
So I suppose all is not lost, and surprisingly enough, I'm adjusting a lot better than I thought I would.
I just keep telling myself that it's all for my mom. She really does deserve happiness, and I can only hope that she'll find it here. I just have to keep reminding myself that this is only temporary...next semester I'll be living on campus, whether at WCSU or any other school in the country.
Oh well - life has still been treating me rather well and I'm not about to complain or let this Bethel situation jinx me. It's a gorgeous day out, I am now 19 years old, and I have a political science midterm to study for.
Good day. :-)
I hate my bedroom (sickly beige-pink colored walls...the color of regurgitated Pepto Bismol), I hate my "stepbrother-to-be" (obnoxious attitude and a terrible habit of eating my hot pockets), and I hate how the entire house is so big yet has this way of feeling extraordinarily cramped.
But I love the fact that downstairs is my world...especially after 10 PM when the demon goes to bed. And I love the fact that our refrigerator can produce crushed ice.
So I suppose all is not lost, and surprisingly enough, I'm adjusting a lot better than I thought I would.
I just keep telling myself that it's all for my mom. She really does deserve happiness, and I can only hope that she'll find it here. I just have to keep reminding myself that this is only temporary...next semester I'll be living on campus, whether at WCSU or any other school in the country.
Oh well - life has still been treating me rather well and I'm not about to complain or let this Bethel situation jinx me. It's a gorgeous day out, I am now 19 years old, and I have a political science midterm to study for.
Good day. :-)