I am sleepy. Only- I think I'm sad. But my...me...confuses sleepy and sad. When I'm sleepy, I feel sort of sad. It's weird. Just another fun twisted in the screwy emotions of...yours truely! truly?
But seriously...my heart hurts. (even physically...) but...yeah. I am sad. I'm leaving the place I've loved since I arrived. (yes, there were times I hated it and wanted an earthquake to rattle it off into the ocean but, over all- this place is home) The last time I came to vancouver as we flew over the city these lyrics were playing through my head:
feels like home to me, feels like home to me! feels like im all the way back were i belong...
whether those are the words or not doesnt matter...what matters is is, well, it feels like im leaving home. when i moved here it wasnt so bad because tampa was never really home. leaving oklahoma wasnt hard- leaving stillwater sort of was, but i was 11- it wasnt too bad. so, im leaving the first place ive chosen to live. my place ive made home.
i know where im going, and that it will be fun- and hard- and great- but, ill really miss home.
ill miss walking down the street and not ever having to take a car, and eating at harbourlight with like...20 other people and just living like in everyone's business...and being a part of everyone and everyone being part of you...
im gunna miss leensee and braka and jeni and regan and xander and lucy-jane and m'linduh and haven and srene and cherie and baby noah and aaron and joshwa and ciara and steeb and danielle and zion and tara and gina and i dont want to name everyone cos thatd take forever but, people i think my heart is going to break for the most...im gunna miss nicole and lyric...oh...it hurts...