2-21
Circled by a room of
tongue-heavy late-
bloomers with a
latent sense of dusty
cynicism, I looked
down at my narrow
feet and my old thin
lines, and answered
questions quietly only
to come home and ask
myself the same things
over and over again:
Who was I? What was
I doing here? Where
will I be this time next
year? and it all grew
quite tiring but here I
am in the body and
mind of Who I Am
Meant to Be, and
I must say, it’s
quite comforting.
It started nice...
My grandparents are out the back with a couple of their friends sharing stories.
The story of my Nan and Pop’s first date came up. He took her to the drive in, in his ‘new’ car. The car broke down, so they went for a romantic walk in the moonlight.
As my Nan ended the lovely story, my Pop chimed in with, “She wouldn’t let me root her though.”
Charming.
irUGH I HAVE TO FINISH PACKING
I HAVE TO FIND A SWIMSUIT.
WE’RE LEAVING AT SEVEN.
WHO LEAVES AT SEVEN FOR NO FUCKING REASON? WHY IS THAT THE TIME OF MORNING YOU PICKED? I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS. I AM CONFUZZLED. MY MIND IS LEGITIMATELY BOGGLED AS TO HOW THAT WOULD SEEM LIKE A GOOD IDEA TO ANYONE, EVER.
ALSO, I MIGHT NOT HAVE INTERNET FOR A WHILE, THEIRS TENDS TO SUCK IN A BAD WAY. I MAY HAVE TO SCOUT OUT COFFEE HOUSES OR FIND SOMEONE STUPID ENOUGH OR KINDHEARTED ENOUGH NOT TO LOCK THEIR WI-FI
I WILL BE GONE FOR A MONTHISH, IF MY FAMILY IS TO BE BELIEVED.
WISH ME LUCK.