Sorry!!

So I did write an entry last week but apparently forgot to save it. Whoops! So I'm sorry that time seems to have lapsed in my entries...there was supposed to be one before this.

I've been thinking a lot about how there are so many things people leave out when they tell you about college and growing up. Why? It would have been such more help if we get these things up front.
"Hi welcome to college, you are going to have so much fun. You're also going to find that alone time is precious, that no matter how grown up you feel you still need your mommy and daddy, that suddenly home is a relative term, that if you don't wake up to your alarm clock--you'd better get a new one, that anxiety and panic attacks are not limited to people on Lifetime, that to eat balanced meals actually does take some thought on your half, and that it doesn't take long before high school feels like it happened in another lifetime to some other person" --this is the greeting that would have helped me.

I've cleaned out my room at home. It hasn't been my room since I left and my brother moved into it. So weird. All the stuffs here. Sophomore year of high school my history teacher asked us to write a short essay about ourselves at the beginning of the year so she could get to know us. I wrote mine by describing the things in my room. Do they still fit?

On one wall posters from shows I've done. Some awards from dance competitions. There's a vanity where I spent many a morning thinking how grown up to sit at a vanity and apply make-up; I must be a woman now. My eighth grade cheerleading uniform is looking at me from the closet (I wonder if I still fit in that...). There's a collection of Amy Grant CD's on a bookshelf under the hats I wore in elementary school.

Some new additions: the shoes overflowing my closet...they didn't' used to be there. The box I made in Stage Craft freshman year of college, this laptop, this desk being clean for the lap to sit on, my earring holder, the air purifier (thank you new allergies), the moccasins I made last weekend with Emmie =), and the carpet I've had my whole life but don't remember seeing much of.

I think my room analogy still works. Because a lot of who I've been my whole life is still here, just rearranged, added to, and seen from different angles. In the words of Sally Brown "I like it!".