Home

Hmm I haven't written here in a while. Busy being lazy I guess. It's weird to think this time last month I was working on countless papers and assignments and getting ready for track championships and finals. It's like all of a sudden everything just stopped. Is it weird to say I like it better being overwhelmed with things to do than to have nothing at all(besides work, my favorite)? Eh, I guess I am a little weird. Time moves so quickly here. Today I helped my best friends get ready for their senior prom. Graduation is next week. It's strange because I feel like that's where I left this place. With prom pictures, and ceremonies, and smiles in front of tears, and hugs goodbye. That's where it stopped. And shortly after, that's when my next phase began. Yet simultaneously, this new life I have now- it's so comfortable and familiar, like an old friend or that same spot on the couch that you've been sitting in for years. Looking back on the individual moments, plenty of things have happened, big things, wow things. I've changed and adjusted and settled in to my life up at school. But here, it's all still the same. Here, it's still home.

The Exception

One month, that's all it took. I was hooked. We lived as if this school year would never come to an end, and in retrospect I don't regret any of it. You know that amazing feeling you get when you just fit with someone, no changes, or alterations or explanations needed. I really forgot what that felt like until about two weeks ago. There are very few instances I would try another relationship. This is the exception.

Fearless

Life is crazy and I have very limited time to sleep tonight, but I wanted to take a second to blog before I go to bed. Because it's thunder storming.. and my mind always turns all sentimental and sappy when it thunder storms. When I was a little girl my dad would always take us out on the back porch when it stormed in the summertime. I remember that porch so vividly, with it's perfect view of the ocean. We never really understood why he would take us out, and looking back it probably wasn't the safest idea, but now that I'm an adult I'm starting to figure out why my parents did things I never could quite understand. He was teaching us how to not fear. Even when life rumbles and crashes and storms, there's always a safe place, there's always a way to get through, and people to hold your hand through it all. No matter how scary, or bumpy the ride is, my dad taught us to face it. He taught us to be fearless. And most importantly that there are always people on your side of the battle, no matter what.