I miss my crazy family. I miss the times when, even though I had roommate problems, they were with my sister and we could say whatever we wanted and not hate each other afterwards and most likely end up laughing hysterically as we went to sleep. I miss knowing what's going on in all of their lives all the time; I hate hearing about stuff through texts, and looking at pictures on Facebook and thinking, "Do I even know my family?"
I miss high school. No, I would not go back. I just miss walking down the halls of my school and feeling like it was somewhat of an extension of my home, and knowing exactly who I'd run into during every part of the day, and not having to worry about when would be the next time I would have a face-to-face chat with my friends, and being able to leave all my school worries in my locker as soon as the last bell rang, and being able to go to the locker room (or the seminary bathroom) to get ready to play sports with people I never would have met otherwise, and making yearbooks that the whole school would keep for the rest of their lives.
I miss taking long walks at night in my neighborhood, holding hands with the guy I fancied, and saying stupid things that I laughed too hard at and trying to make it home as close to midnight as possible. No, I don't want that exact relationship back, but I miss the feelings it would give my heart.
I miss drawing. I know, I know, it seems like an easy fix. But it's a hard thing to enjoy when you have so many "important" things to be doing. I've never considered myself a true artist, because I can survive long periods away from the canvas, but maybe there are levels of artistry, and I am on the "serious doodler" one.
I miss my old hair. It was short and colorful and fun to do. Now I find myself thinking, "It's just so convenient to not have to worry about grow out and getting trims and doing my hair in general." Even though I look at old pictures and think I look like a little girl with my black and blue bob, I still remember how much I liked straightening/curling/coloring it back then.
I miss the hilarious group of people I worked with over the summer. The were all just so real. And they didn't even care that I was quiet. They'd joke around with me just the same. I hate when people think they can't joke around with me.
I've made some friends recently that I know I'm going to be missing in the very near future. Some of them I know I will see again before I even know what hits me, but some of them are the kind of friends where you have to have an excuse to talk to them, and you both seem to keep making excuses, and it's all good until school's over and the excuses aren't even possible any more.
But I think we're supposed to miss stuff, because everyone seems to do it. Maybe there's a reason for it, and maybe I'll figure it out someday. But for now, I'm just trying to enjoy the present and look forward to the future. Holla.
I miss high school. No, I would not go back. I just miss walking down the halls of my school and feeling like it was somewhat of an extension of my home, and knowing exactly who I'd run into during every part of the day, and not having to worry about when would be the next time I would have a face-to-face chat with my friends, and being able to leave all my school worries in my locker as soon as the last bell rang, and being able to go to the locker room (or the seminary bathroom) to get ready to play sports with people I never would have met otherwise, and making yearbooks that the whole school would keep for the rest of their lives.
I miss taking long walks at night in my neighborhood, holding hands with the guy I fancied, and saying stupid things that I laughed too hard at and trying to make it home as close to midnight as possible. No, I don't want that exact relationship back, but I miss the feelings it would give my heart.
I miss drawing. I know, I know, it seems like an easy fix. But it's a hard thing to enjoy when you have so many "important" things to be doing. I've never considered myself a true artist, because I can survive long periods away from the canvas, but maybe there are levels of artistry, and I am on the "serious doodler" one.
I miss my old hair. It was short and colorful and fun to do. Now I find myself thinking, "It's just so convenient to not have to worry about grow out and getting trims and doing my hair in general." Even though I look at old pictures and think I look like a little girl with my black and blue bob, I still remember how much I liked straightening/curling/coloring it back then.
I miss the hilarious group of people I worked with over the summer. The were all just so real. And they didn't even care that I was quiet. They'd joke around with me just the same. I hate when people think they can't joke around with me.
I've made some friends recently that I know I'm going to be missing in the very near future. Some of them I know I will see again before I even know what hits me, but some of them are the kind of friends where you have to have an excuse to talk to them, and you both seem to keep making excuses, and it's all good until school's over and the excuses aren't even possible any more.
But I think we're supposed to miss stuff, because everyone seems to do it. Maybe there's a reason for it, and maybe I'll figure it out someday. But for now, I'm just trying to enjoy the present and look forward to the future. Holla.
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