It's Just My Luck To End Up Getting Stuck To Everything You Are
So my father called me this morning. Woke me up. Apparently my mother got out of surgery okay. So all is well with that. He was also making sure I had everything figured out for my flight.....he has yet to learn that I've been flying my whole life, I'm pretty sure I can do it on my own by now. But ah, parents. What are you going to do, right.
I don't do well with goodbyes. You would think after all these years of having to do it that I'd be used to it by now. But after so many times I just stopped doing it, really. I haven't really said goodbye to some people in a long time. I mean, there are certain people I'll say goodbye to....others I won't. But we'll have to see how that goes. I have mixed feelings about leaving. I never thought I'd say that, either. But things have changed so much that I'm not really surprised I feel that way. Ah, well, at least my emotions were right about something for once. That tends to be something I have issues with.
So this whole post seems to be depressing and sounds like I'm in a total "I suck" mood.....but I'm not. I'm actually in a pretty good mood. Have been for a couple of days now. Regardless.....I did get some good news in the mail yesterday. Apparently I submitted one of my poems a looooooong time ago to this thing, and they published it in their poetry magazine, and sent me a copy of the magazine in the mail. It was so long ago that I couldn't even remember what poem it was. I found mine in the magazine and almost laughed out loud at how awful it was. It was such a long time ago, I barely remember writing it. Crazy stuff.
As much as it seems I've hated my time here, I really haven't. Not as much as most people think. There are times that I've just wanted to leave so bad I would have done anything to make it happen. But there are also times I thought about leaving and cried my eyes out for hours because I didn't want to go. The latter were quite rare, but they have happened. Either way, it is time for me to leave. I can just tell. I know that I came here for a reason. It didn't hit me until it happened that it was the reason I was supposed to be here. Because of that "reason", I know that it is time for me to go. Well, this probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me, but oh well. There are things that I need to get back to in Italy. Things that I have to fix, things that need to be.....settled. Going back to everyone and everything is going to be hard. I have changed so much in so little time, it's going to be difficult for me to see people again. There's a lot of things I'm going to have to deal with when I get back, but ah well, it's expected.
So let me just say that I HATE when I get so close to something and NOTHING happens. It annoys me greatly. End of story.
I don't do well with goodbyes. You would think after all these years of having to do it that I'd be used to it by now. But after so many times I just stopped doing it, really. I haven't really said goodbye to some people in a long time. I mean, there are certain people I'll say goodbye to....others I won't. But we'll have to see how that goes. I have mixed feelings about leaving. I never thought I'd say that, either. But things have changed so much that I'm not really surprised I feel that way. Ah, well, at least my emotions were right about something for once. That tends to be something I have issues with.
So this whole post seems to be depressing and sounds like I'm in a total "I suck" mood.....but I'm not. I'm actually in a pretty good mood. Have been for a couple of days now. Regardless.....I did get some good news in the mail yesterday. Apparently I submitted one of my poems a looooooong time ago to this thing, and they published it in their poetry magazine, and sent me a copy of the magazine in the mail. It was so long ago that I couldn't even remember what poem it was. I found mine in the magazine and almost laughed out loud at how awful it was. It was such a long time ago, I barely remember writing it. Crazy stuff.
As much as it seems I've hated my time here, I really haven't. Not as much as most people think. There are times that I've just wanted to leave so bad I would have done anything to make it happen. But there are also times I thought about leaving and cried my eyes out for hours because I didn't want to go. The latter were quite rare, but they have happened. Either way, it is time for me to leave. I can just tell. I know that I came here for a reason. It didn't hit me until it happened that it was the reason I was supposed to be here. Because of that "reason", I know that it is time for me to go. Well, this probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me, but oh well. There are things that I need to get back to in Italy. Things that I have to fix, things that need to be.....settled. Going back to everyone and everything is going to be hard. I have changed so much in so little time, it's going to be difficult for me to see people again. There's a lot of things I'm going to have to deal with when I get back, but ah well, it's expected.
So let me just say that I HATE when I get so close to something and NOTHING happens. It annoys me greatly. End of story.
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