17 January 2012

What to do, what to do?

"Anybody remotely interesting is mad, in some way or another."-The Doctor (Doctor Who)

I love when people tell me I'm weird. I don't really know why, but I do know how much I love it. I'm not normal in any aspect. In fact, I am interesting. This must mean that I am "mad, in some way or another". I always strive to be myself, not someone else. I was born original; why in the world would I want to die as a carbon copy of someone else? While I'm home, I want to do some things to bid my time. If I stop moving, I'll become full of sorrow; I'll become, as my mum says, a mullygrub. Here are some things I want to do these next few months: 
  • Learn how to play Lola, my dulcimer
  • Make the t-shirt quilt I have been wanting to make for the longest time 
  • Find a pen pal 
  • Write more handwritten letters 
  • Finish writing a novel 
  • Paint the laundry room like I've always said I was going to do... Chalkboard paint on the cabinets? Sounds lovely! 

04 January 2012

Well, it's here. This is the hard part. The realization that this is my new reality has finally arrived. I know what should be happening. I am aware that I should be doing all of my laundry, packing up my suitcase, and getting ready to leave once more for Powell, Tennessee. My body is ready to go; my heart is most definitely ready to go. It is strange that I'm not packing. It is strange that I'm not leaving tomorrow or Friday morning like I should be. I keep reading Facebook posts about my friends getting ready to return for school, and it hurts. It is so painful. 
I'm so grateful for the family which the Lord has given me, especially my lovely mother. Mum is the best woman that I have ever had the chance to know, and I am so thankful for her. She is so patient with me. She understands how much this hurts me. She knows how painful this decision has been for me. She lets me cry when I need to, and she tells me what I need to hear when I need to hear it. I'm so thankful for the mum that God has given to me. I love her so very much! 
I miss my best friends more than I ever could have imagined. They're so very special to me, and each of them means the world to me. I love them more than air itself. I feel sorry for people who cannot claim them as their best friends. I guess that if I were someone else, I would envy myself for the friends that I have! I love them so much.