I love blogging. I do.
It's a cathartic force in my life that sweeps out all the worries I may have over the course of a day, a week, a month even. It makes me feel that whenever there's a worry...I can take charge and write it out and it's no longer so threatening. It's powerful. Like my words matter. And when I read other blogs, people tend to share more of themselves than they would in other situations. and I love reading that, because I'm nosy! Hahha.
Today marks the last weekend day before the last week of this semester. I would say I can't believe I'm moving out of my dorm when my friends are still here, and the university is not talking a summer-long halt...but the weird part is that I CAN believe I'm leaving. I will miss everyone so much but I am so ready to try something new for awhile. Give this gift to myself of living near the bone where it is sweetest. That's the way I see it anyway. (This is so chock full of "I" statements it's almost/is embarassing) I want to work with the Boys and Girls Club. I want to work at some coffee shop where my life will be changed like that book. I want to take art classes and get good. I want to live with my new, nice roommate. This stuff is all so COOL! And to tell the truth, telling the TRUTH....it's better than going to Australia. I love the city that I will be living in. I mean, it may be idealized in my mind but ........anyway. break time and then more writing. Need to write about Religous Studies for awhile.
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