
i put on a backpack.
said my prayers.
read my book of mormon.
checked my own mailbox.
took a deep breath.
& went.
i've got a pit in my stomach. it has been there since i left home. i'm still terribly homesick. eating the bare minimum to survive. drinking water from a mason jar. i am avoiding the kitchen because cleaning up is a waste of time. i met an asian that doesn't even eat fish. not only does he not eat it, he doesn't even like it. i didn't even think that possible. i tried out math today. math is not my forte. but. my teacher and i are going to be good friends. i told him so. i still cry everytime i talk to my family.
but. i've been on my knees more than ever before. and it seems to help.
i went to the library and read. did homework. or at least i pretended to.
i cried when i heard my grandpa's voice. and when my mom agreed to make banana bread.
i've decided that my rotten attitude makes everything rotten.
but.
it's life.
and so it goes.
2 comments:
you go girl.
your backpack is amazing.
and that morning routine is superb.
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