Well. Sara Beth told me to write a new blog, but I'm not really sure what to write about. I'm just going to start and we'll see where it goes. Pardon anything that comes after this colon:
I found this picture on my computer. It's from where my parents live. I took it over Christmas break. It's in downtown Fairhope. I feel weird calling it "home" though. I lived there for a year and a half, and for that year and a half it was incredible. I loved it so much. It was my favorite place I ever lived. I didn't want to leave for college. I cried for like 2 hours straight the night before I left.
Since August, I've been home 5 times: fall break, thanksgiving break, christmas break, spring break, and last weekend. And that was about 5 times too many. And honestly, except for getting to spend time with my family and a very few select friends, I would be fine not going back again for a long while. Don't get me wrong - I love my family - Dad, Mom, Andrew, Jeff, Joe, Em, Zach, and Nathan. And I love the location - right on the bay, 45 minutes away from the beach, in the middle of two precious, beautiful, historic towns. It's great. But if I've learned one thing this year - people change. And all of my memories and great times are tied in with people who have changed. Some for the better. Some for the worse. And I know it sounds cheesy, but it hurts my heart to go home. It's hard to just drive right past different people's houses that I used to spend hours at. Or go down to the bay by myself or with a friend from Samford, where all of my friends and I used to slack-line, fish, play volleyball, or just hang out. It's sad.
I don't know where all that came from. I wasn't expecting any of that. Sorry about that.
Anyways. On that note. Summertime is coming. Haha.
I'm at Harry's Coffeehouse, which is a weekly concert every Thursday night on campus, and always wonderful. The girl singing tonight, Alyssa Aldape, is singing about summer right now. "Hello Mr. Summertime" - so good.
22 days until I'm done with school. 23 until I leave. Freak yeah. I'm so ready.
But right now I'm tired. Tired of school. Tired of organic chemistry and anatomy. Tired of studying. Tired of having to keep my thoughts contained, in fear of hurting someone's feelings. Tired of boys. Tired of girls. Tired of going to bed at or after midnight. Tired of getting up at or before 6:30 AM. Tired of not caring about the one thing that I want so badly to want to care about. Tired of my foot hurting. Tired of my ulcer. Tired of freaking PMS. Tired of missing people. Tired of wanting to be at the beach, not in class. Tired of a lot of things.
Yeah, I don't know where that came from either.
I don't know what else to say.
Oh, I'm legit on the lacrosse team now. We're playing this weekend in Nashville, against Vanderbilt. And next weekend at home, against TN Wesleyan. So if you're in Nashville or Birmingham either of those weekends, come!
Story over.
That was a good post. Honest, which is the best kind! And it usually helps to write it all, even if you don't know where it came from. ;) Love you, Linella! Have a great day! weekend is here!!!
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