I’m sitting in a Burgerking parking lot listening to music and blogging. I just spend the last hour in my car online figuring out school stuff. I am excited about school. I called my grandpa in Colorado a few hours ago, I felt sad I was here and not there.
My grandparents are having a little college football party with some family members. I got to talk to two of my cousins and my grandpa for a few min. When I hung up the phone I wanted to cry…I miss so much about my old life. I know it’s the past but when I know what I was a part of and I am no longer a part of it my heart breaks. I miss being a part of that. When I was in Colorado and living with my grandparents I took advantage of it and didn’t realize how lucky I was. The way things go here, in the south, are very different. I don’t feel a part of so something, I feel alone. My granddad is pretty cool and when I am with him and his wife I feel more at home. I miss my grandparents but after feeling sad I started to thing…
The whole experience and the feelings I had after I hung up the phone made me think about how blessed I am to have school. I am such an independent soul and now I get to be independent and go to school. The fact that I am going to drive three hours a day, 4 days a week is a blessing. It will be me time and music time-drive time. I get to take classes I love. I start school next Wednesday. I get to work with a great elderly couple. I plan on moving back to Denver after I get my degree. I am on a journey of self discovery. I can take this time to become healthy.
I hope to get school over with in a year and a half. I hope for a lot of things….