About leavingI find myself re-calibrating my definition of the
word
leaving
lately. I usually associate the idea of leaving with phrases like: for work, a
party, or a note for mom. I never once thought I would be ending it with. . . a
life. All bullshit aside, the life I have here in San Diego is being left
behind. I know it's only a "one hour flight", and it's "in the same state", but
this does not change the fact, that I am leaving my entire life on wednesday
night. If you remember my post about the balloons , then you know how I am feeling about
this move. Everyone is telling me to wave "bye-bye" and let this life go without
a care, in much the same way that you try to console a child who has just lost
grip on their helium balloon. I have news for all of you, my life in San Diego
is not an F-ing balloon, it is my life. I know I am not the only person that has
ever left their home, but guess what, it's my first time. The people I have
known since kindergarden, my family, my friends, my unborn niece, are all here,
and I am leaving. This is a serious adjustment, so please stop pretending that I
am leaving a birthday party, or a bag of peanuts.
-webpablo out! About leaving
Posted: Tuesday - June 20, 2006 at 02:08 AM | |