Someday You'll Find Out How Your Girl Loves Rock And Roll

So I just got back from a three-day trip to Germany with my family. The hotel was amazing; they had all sorts of stuff. Other then that there wasn’t much to do. But hey I did get in a swimming pool for the first time in around two years. The drive to Germany was supposed to take somewhere around five or six hours….it took us nine. We took a route someone told us would be slower. We went up one mountain, down the other side….like fifteen times. All of us were so grateful when we finally got to Germany. But then we had to repeat the process a day and a half later. Fun. Anyway all in all, the trip was pretty good, although I didn’t get a tan like I was hoping. :)

Having as much free time as I have these past few days I got to thinking. Thinking about a subject that I have come to hate as of recently. Everybody in life is waiting for something. Waiting for the bus. Waiting in line at the store. Waiting for plane tickets to begin the life they’ve been wanting for too long. Waiting for that moment that will change their life forever. Sometimes no matter how long you wait, the thing that you are waiting for never happens. Sometimes you can’t save yourself from the inevitable.

Where Is The Moment When We Need It The Most

So guess what? Its time for me to blog again! No way right lol. I wish I could say this was my last blog from Italy, but unfortunately that is not the case. Its getting closer though. But currently we just got the paperwork back from the states that we need in order to get my parents orderswhich once they get those I can get my tickets. Soooooo were talking around two weeks now instead of like, an eternity lol.

One bad thing about going though I hate packing. I dont just have to pack a suitcase now. I have to pack my suitcase, and everything ELSE I own. So lately Ive been separating all my crap into Give Away, Have My Parents Send Me, and Going To Need In My Suitcase. Trust me, its harder then it sounds. Normally the military packs my stuff. Last time I left the house, I only took my suitcase and that was easy to pack lol. You never realize how much crap you accumulate over 20 years of life and around a dozen different houses.

So I was thinking today. Life is made up of moments. Moments that you want to preserve forever in a glass shell, and moments you wish would just fade from your memory. The moments that make you change your way of thinking, the ones that change your life. You wish on stars hoping for moments of luck, pull out rose petals hoping for love. Its all about making those moments that seem so insignificant be the ones that count.