Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Old Cereal Bowl

Same old cereal, same old cereal bowl. It's all too familiar. I'm in a place where all the objects are the same, but everything is different. I'm not beginning a new chapter, I'm beginning a new book. My parents are still my parents, but they're so different. This last year has really changed them, for the better I might add (not that they were bad before). Maybe it wasn't just the last year, but maybe, it's been the last 3. I've been away for so long, so caught up in the chaos. I'm incredibly different now too. I've changed the more in the last year than I think the collective sum of my whole life, what a statement, but I really find it to be true.

I'm done with school. It still hasn't sunk in yet. I'm moving to Florida in the matter of a few indeterminate months. Will I take you with me? The better question: Should I?

I've been thinking about that a lot recently. I have a terrible time letting go, even if someone isn't worth holding onto (for me anyway). I think, "There's always that chance."
I think, once that's actually panned out successfully... although, I admit, I've really got my hopes stocked into another.

Usually, when write blogs like this I like to do it in a way that is somewhat poetic and inspiring... but this is what it is. And in case it's been too cryptic thus far, what I'm really saying or asking myself is...

Who do I hold onto and who do I leave behind? It's inevitable, you know.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Because I can

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