salience
December 22, 2004
It's hard to put into words. In Alpharetta (or what BC kids refer to as Alfredo), I'm here. But it's a timeline towards a goal. I don't live here. And I have to admit, I'm happy about that. I have no room waiting for me, no old memories collecting dust. I'm a guest here, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
El hermano understands that his time is coming soon. He's had an awful last year, a true shame, as his is the last year Milton High School as we know it shall exist. The twins are jealous, even if they can't understand why. There's this divide between what they want and what they understand. They've seen part of my life in Mod 18A, and while they understand it's who I am, in the Friends, I'm watching from the outside, sense, they can't rationalize living away from here, that this mailbox isn't my ticket to another place.
Change is everywhere. It's uncomfortable, even a little forced. But it's necessary. And even though things look different, even if the routine has changed, there's a history here I will always remember. This lugar is part of my story, and will be remembered as such. Nothing more. Nada menos.
El hermano understands that his time is coming soon. He's had an awful last year, a true shame, as his is the last year Milton High School as we know it shall exist. The twins are jealous, even if they can't understand why. There's this divide between what they want and what they understand. They've seen part of my life in Mod 18A, and while they understand it's who I am, in the Friends, I'm watching from the outside, sense, they can't rationalize living away from here, that this mailbox isn't my ticket to another place.
Change is everywhere. It's uncomfortable, even a little forced. But it's necessary. And even though things look different, even if the routine has changed, there's a history here I will always remember. This lugar is part of my story, and will be remembered as such. Nothing more. Nada menos.
lasaliente, 10:53
