I was so sure that I was ready to leave this small town, so sure about being on my own without my parents nagging me everyday. I was so sure of all of these things for quite some time now, but today it hit me.
When I was driving down my street I realized that I was moving out in less than a week, and that this place that I grew up, rode my bike, learned how to drive, learned guitar, and gained all my friendships, the place that I call home, wouldn’t truly be my home next week. It’ll be the place I visit.
What if I’m bored and I just want to go next door to Jada’s, or if I need a night away and I want to escape at the abates behind Jada? Or what if I just absolutely want to pick up Savanna on the golfcart and drive down to the snowball stand? These little everyday things and habits that I’ve gained would from now on take a lot of effort, just to be equal with the lifestyle I’m accustom to.
I’m finding it hard to move away from “the house that built me”, I feel like I’m separating from all I know. Maybe I’m just a big baby, no I am.. I hope this new chapter in my life is very colorful. like these pictures I took tonight due to boredom.
that’s just one.
let’s close with this thought.. How do we know what dish we belong to, when we don’t even know what ingredient we are?
Brittany Elizabeth (like the queen) Bourgeois!
oh p.s. look at one of my senior pictures!