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Sunday, July 24, 2005
Eleventy-seventy and the color orange.
Yesterday was very incredibly emotionally draining.
Boy, was I a mess. *shakes head and half grins*
I haven’t felt that way... in a really long time.
But that was yesterday. Everything is more ok now, in those respects anyways. I’m gonna miss a few peoples from here, but that is to be expected and can’t really be helped, so yeah. =\
In less than one week, I went from living in the city to the suburb to the extreme back woods, which is where I am at now.
And it feels so weird, being here.
Everything is the same, yet different. For example, I had to take a really really long way up our mountain, because with the shorter and more direct way, the bridge washed out in one of the big rainstorms a little bit back. The other, more dirt roads way, it takes me a whole lot longer.
Old way = 10 minutes
New way = 25 minutes
Granted, it was 11 at night and I was dodging deer, had to pass through a few dirt roads, and I wasn’t all that familiar with that area, those parts of the roads in the dark, so the time might be a bit lesser as time progresses. *shrugs*
A good change is the general attitude of the family. Maybe it’s because I’m here, or maybe I haven’t been here long enough, but the fighting is a whole lot less. This is also the first time in years that I’m not in a constant state of argufying with my mom (because I initiated that change myself)
An extremely bad thing is that the house is a huge craphole that is literally falling apart. I was in the house less than a minute when I started to react violently to the mold spores and dirt and dust and whatever other funguses that reside here. The girls room is inhabitable, because the floor had molded through and is concentrated in the mold spores, and just even where I am sitting, here at the computer in the living room, the ceiling above me is discolored heavily, holes in places, and fuzzy and furry. The fuzzy-furry thing is new, I admit.
So everything feels like if you had a favorite old shirt and you lost it for a really really long time, and when you finally find it again and put it on, it feels funny even though it still looks the same.
Enough about that.
When I heard about the Sharm El-Sheik incident, I got a funny flippy feeling in my belly. When my aunt and cousins went there last year, right afore I came, they really liked the place and were on their way to going this year. They would have been there by now, if the eldest uncle wasn’t slow on the planning uptake.
Whatever happens happens, but I still marvel at how fate works.
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