Through all the twists and turns, you turned to me and said, "Where are you taking me? This is crazy." Smiling, I led you down another staircase, towards the elevator. You were putting your blind trust in me, your senses were completely thrown off with every new room, hallway, staircase, and elevator we entered. You paused to look out a window facing the courtyard, and I whispered, "Isn't it pretty?" Because you would never admit it, but you were impressed by the sheer size of the place, by the myriad of floors accompanying it, and my ability to navigate through it. Yes, maybe there is a less complicated way of reaching our destination, but when have I ever taken the easy way to anything? And, once a reliable route is found, why would the most-easily-lost girl in Boston ever think to stray from that route? "I'm glad that I'm not driving," you sighed, laughing at the volume and insanity of the drivers around us. And that is just the way that I want it to stay: with me always in control, always in the driver's seat, and you forever the watchman, looking for openings in the traffic and looking to me for leadership.
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Again & Again
Through all the twists and turns, you turned to me and said, "Where are you taking me? This is crazy." Smiling, I led you down another staircase, towards the elevator. You were putting your blind trust in me, your senses were completely thrown off with every new room, hallway, staircase, and elevator we entered. You paused to look out a window facing the courtyard, and I whispered, "Isn't it pretty?" Because you would never admit it, but you were impressed by the sheer size of the place, by the myriad of floors accompanying it, and my ability to navigate through it. Yes, maybe there is a less complicated way of reaching our destination, but when have I ever taken the easy way to anything? And, once a reliable route is found, why would the most-easily-lost girl in Boston ever think to stray from that route? "I'm glad that I'm not driving," you sighed, laughing at the volume and insanity of the drivers around us. And that is just the way that I want it to stay: with me always in control, always in the driver's seat, and you forever the watchman, looking for openings in the traffic and looking to me for leadership.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
it'll be better, when we're together
I feel like this summer is going to be better than any I've ever had. I am surrounded by good friends and good vibes. I can't wait for the summer; when I'll be able to hang around with my friends all day and not worry about schoolwork, or be restricted by my parents. By the summer, I'll have my lisence, and everything will be good. I'll get a car, get a job, go on college visits. I'll write and work on my college essay, and make every day a full day. Life will be good.The past few weeks have been mind-blowing, and through many, many summer-esque moments, I feel as if I'm finally learning how to be a teenager. Life will be good.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuna and pickles
I just got back from my first on-road. I was calm and comfortable, I just have a nervous habit of taking one hand off the wheel to play with my wedding ring whenever I drive.
Tomorrow is a half-day (and possibly a snow day!), and afterschool Katie, Devon, and I were supposed to go to Ihop for breakfast. With the snowstorm, that's not going to happen. :(
This week is being spent with my Doctor Who DVDs. I have a ridiculous amount of love for that show. It's going to be so upsetting when Matt Smith starts.
Tomorrow is a half-day (and possibly a snow day!), and afterschool Katie, Devon, and I were supposed to go to Ihop for breakfast. With the snowstorm, that's not going to happen. :(
This week is being spent with my Doctor Who DVDs. I have a ridiculous amount of love for that show. It's going to be so upsetting when Matt Smith starts.
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