Morning has broken
Yeah, it is nearly 7AM here. And I am feeling great. It looks like it is going to be nice and sunny and I need to tan. So plan for the day? Get up now, have coffee and stuffs, then either sew or write until 10 or 11, then the other one until it is time to clean the kitchen up a little (like at 12.30) and after that burn in the sun.
I like being awake in the mornings, makes me feel very effective. I felt quite low yesterday, I was tired and that little nagging voice of doubt started in my head. Ratting off about the most random things. It hit me that I only have a little over a week left here and that is sad, and strange. I like my family, it is nice to have someone who I know knows me and my humor and loves me no matter what I say or do. And then I realized that out of the last 52 weeks I have only spent five or so with them, two at christmas, 1 at Spring break and another two now. Feels weird. It's once of those times I wish I was in Europe instead of the US. No matter where I was, getting home would not take a minimum of 24 hours. England would be nice. But no... Actually I do not regret going to the US, I love it there and certain people makes me want to stay forever, but sometimes it would be nice to be closer to home.
Also yesterday, I went swimming. There was this little place in a stream I walk by, nice little sandy place that I have always wanted to try so I jumped in. Just kicked my shoes off, my mom and the dogs thought I had gone insane. It was rather nice, not as cold as expected. I didn't even get goosebumps on the walk home.
I had more I wanted to say but my brain is screaming for coffee, maybe later...
I like being awake in the mornings, makes me feel very effective. I felt quite low yesterday, I was tired and that little nagging voice of doubt started in my head. Ratting off about the most random things. It hit me that I only have a little over a week left here and that is sad, and strange. I like my family, it is nice to have someone who I know knows me and my humor and loves me no matter what I say or do. And then I realized that out of the last 52 weeks I have only spent five or so with them, two at christmas, 1 at Spring break and another two now. Feels weird. It's once of those times I wish I was in Europe instead of the US. No matter where I was, getting home would not take a minimum of 24 hours. England would be nice. But no... Actually I do not regret going to the US, I love it there and certain people makes me want to stay forever, but sometimes it would be nice to be closer to home.
Also yesterday, I went swimming. There was this little place in a stream I walk by, nice little sandy place that I have always wanted to try so I jumped in. Just kicked my shoes off, my mom and the dogs thought I had gone insane. It was rather nice, not as cold as expected. I didn't even get goosebumps on the walk home.
I had more I wanted to say but my brain is screaming for coffee, maybe later...