Two more weeks until classes. I miss my GC&SU people so much.
It has become increasingly difficult to express thoughts with words. The instant something is said or written, it automatically suggests something else. I can't seem to convey anything without it taking on an alternate meaning...one I detest as soon as it is mulled over. I suppose that is why I could never be a journalist. I would never be satisfied with anything expressive after more than one read through.
Where am I? On the emotional spectrum, I can't quite seem to put a finger on it. If I look at the "things" of importance in my life right now and try to assess how I feel...hmm. I seem to be simultaneously at both ends of the spectrum (resentment and contentment) with virtually everything. Weird, but semi-entertaining. Hehehe.
So! One of the "things" would be house hunting! Annnnnd the search continues. I love the latest houses we've found, but they’re about twenty minutes north of Cumming. I'm familiar with this area, but it would mean leaving the county I have spent my entire life in. Sure, it's just a name, but...but... I LOVE the surrounding area because it's open land, green space, quiet. Those are the things that I have missed since Atlanta decided to extend her grasp. On the other hand, it's twenty minutes from...home. I swear something about this place gets to you – it doesn't like for you to leave, even if you're only moving one county over – heh. The only places that (as of yet) could possibly lure me away from here are Charleston, Coastal Georgia (preferred), and Milledgeville (by default, but I'm rather fond of it just the same). Ah well – sometimes change is good. I'll just keep thinking about the sound of nature no longer accompanied by the rush of traffic. I suppose I'm just being overly sentimental, eh?
Despite things being topsy turvy, I am in a very good mood. I'm talking to old friends and making plans for the rest of the week. I'm in a very loving mood. ...suppose I should go to bed soon. Yawn. "To Kill a Mockingbird" got misplaced in the cleaning shuffle, so last night's reading was "The Hobbit". It was so nice to read about cozy hobbit holes before drifting into slumber...
2 comments:
Wow that was a crazy post! But good. I wish I had a hobbit hole to go to sleep in now, that would be nice. Seeing as now I can't sleep. Since you can't put down in words what you feel you can always call and express them to me if you want to. I hope you had a good Christmas. See it is true isn't it, once your here you never leave. Maybe it does get in your blood, or maybe we are all connected to this town we all seem to love. Whatever it is, do you think we should warn people of that before they move here?
-Bunny
LOL. Yes - people should definitely be warned. I tried to convince the parents to pack up and move to St. Simons, but to no avail (hehehe).
Yeah, hobbit holes are nice, but I keep alternating between that, Boo Radley, a biography of Reagan, and a book about the 12 disciples - it's getting confusing. Atticus Finch WOULD make a very good president, but I don't think Bilbo likes Alabama very much (I'm afraid to try to toss the disciples in the mix - I don't want to be sacreligious - hehe). Wow...
Thanks for offering to listen to my blabber - it means a lot. :) You know I'm always here for the same. Love ya!
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