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have fun, go wild, make me laugh, make me cry, i don't care |
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[04 Mar 2009|07:39pm] |
I think Madonna said it best when in her lyrics to Like a Prayer she said “Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.” I don’t know how or when I realized that, nor do I have the time or patience to attempt to remember. I just know that it makes a lot of sense. I used to think life was so simple and so perfect and that I had it all figured out. I can think back to 2 years ago when I had amazing friends, my loving family and the best co-workers in the world to keep me on my toes. I didn’t have a care in the world about anything. Then I can think back to a year ago when I still had amazing friends, my loving family, the best co-workers, but I also learned about something called loneliness. Seriously, it’s no fun. I don’t think I ever felt so low before in my life. It was miserable. I don’t know how I overcame it but somehow I did. I think back to the summer when I had the time of my life with the best people in the world. Then, the dreaded college time comes around and we all branch out. Phone calls and texts become minimal. Visits go from a few times a month to once every couple of months. In a way it’s a blessing because I got to spend more time focusing on school and continuing my life in Philly.
I used to think people were crazy when they said they could never leave Longport. I thought my parents and grandparents were nuts for wanting to stay here forever. My grandparents obviously lied since they moved to Maryland and North Carolina. Oh and my dad moved 15 minutes away, but he doesn’t count. My mom on the other hand has been here her whole life and could never dream of moving. She claims it’s because the house holds too many memories and she’d miss the nights in the summer where we’d hang out by the pool or walk along the path to the water. Because everyone seemed to love LP so much, I thought I’d be happiest when I got the hell out of this town. Now here I am, moved right back into the house I grew up in.
No there isn’t any type of sad story as to why I moved back. I didn’t get tossed out of my dorm, knocked up or anything like that. My schedule for the semester changed and it honestly was not worth the money to live in a dorm for the rest of the year. And though I was kind of apprehensive about moving back, I’m glad I did. I hadn’t been home since August and it’s always nice to be near people that know you best. Oh and I forgot to mention how much I missed harassing the neighbors and lounging around all day doing not shit! Home is clearly where the heart is.
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