Really dunno if anyone reads these anymore, but I figure it's still a good outlet. And if you are reading teh bloggage, don't hesitate to comment. Comments make me happy, aye.
...Anyway.
I realized Monday that I am beautifully torn between Moscow and Grangeville. I left Monday morning to go home for Thanksgiving, and as I drove out of town, my chest felt like there was a gaping hole in it--and I nearly started crying. I don't really know why, though. I knew I was going to be back in a few days, but why did it affect me so? And it was the same thing as I left home to return to Moscow earlier today. I really didn't want to go. It's like... Idunno.
I thought about it on the drive up, and came to this conclusion:
>>I didn't want to leave Moscow because in some recessed corner of my mind, I've made this place my home. And in that little recessed corner of my mind, the little-kid part of Katelynn screams, NO I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE!! But I had to leave, because I had to get home. But I was already home. And... blah, this is tangly.
>>Vice Versa, almost. I didn't want to leave HOME because, well, it's my HOME! That, and I really worry about Dad up there by himself. And even though Dad was on his mail route when I left and I had the house to myself, I was freaking out. ((I don't think I've ever cleaned the kitchen that fast. Ever.)) I left before he came home, and I passed him on my way up to the 'Scow. But BLAH, why does this ache plague me in such a manner!?
-lapses back into brooding silence-
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Friday, November 27, 2009
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- I'm deliciously random, in case you couldn't tell from reading my blog. I go off on tangents--often. And I have mental mood swings. I can go from happy and optimistic to brooding and sulky in a matter of minutes. But I'm lovable. I own a vivid imagination, and a good heart. I'm a shoulder to cry on, if you need it, and I'll try and offer my best advice. In a nutshell, I think I'm a good person--not to be egotistic, or anything. Blargh. Oh, and I like to ramble, too. Just a bit. So I'm gonna stop now. Yeah. Just like that.
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