A Day in the life…

So there might as well be a parade going on down there.  I mean, for the past few minutes straight, I can hear from my third floor window multiple police sirens, firetruck horns, ambulance screams, screeching tires.  Where’s the party, right??!!??

Sometimes I really miss the small town life.  One of my favorite places to go when I’m at home is a lake…. a calm, quiet lake.

I remember lying out under the shimmering stars imagining life without boundaries. The bare wooden boards of the bridge that stretched across the lake became my bed. Safely tucked into the bridge’s comforting embrace, I’d fall into my own imagination. The swishing of the steady waves rippled underneath me like the innocent swaying of a branch in the wind. The breeze itself blew in my ear and playfully tickled my hairs, pouring its breath down my ears, sending shivers down my spine, and formulating tingles amongst my toes. It was me, the lake, and my bridge, the rest of the world obsolete, hidden behind a canvas of trees and an obsidian sky.

But now… after moving away to college, to the busy life of Atlanta… where are those quiet moments… where are the stars????  *sigh *… That’s a Saturday night in downtown Atlanta for you… and those stupid sirens are STILL going! ~_~’  ….. figures….

So I’m still waiting for the freight train to hit me with the realization that “classes start tomorrow” has the actual consequence of a whole other beginning, a whole new walk, a whole new talk, a whole new routine to fall into.  I’ve gotten so used to the summer work routine… the words “classes” just seems so superficial!

*sigh *  I guess it hasn’t sunk in yet… but tomorrow… tomorrow’s going to just be … well, as of right now, it’s just another day X_X.

It’s one thing when you get a summer of no classes or academic commitments, but then if you’re working two big jobs and a part time job on the side and the same time the entire time, is it really “summer vacation?????”

My boyfriend John is an incredibly special person to me. After each long day at work, he’s always around to cheer me up, make me feel special. He’s my best friend… my crazy, smart, wonderful blond Irish boy.

So I just got back from vacation with John and his dad and step-mom to Charleston, SC.  It was almost weird at first, just me and John and then his dad and step-mom.  In John’s words, “it’s almost like a looong double date with [his] parents.”  Crreeeeeepppyy.  But seriously, I really like them, so it’s all good.

Anyhoo, the vacation… It. was. AWESOME!… so much fun! Charleston is actually a really cool old city. There are so many fun shops and tourist attractions (Fort Sumter, Rainbow Row, the Slave Market (which is actually now a really cool place where people set up booths and sell jewelry, pictures, baskets, clothes, and other random things), etc.)… and downtown is so big!! We basically went to the beach in the mornings and early afternoons and then went through downtown after.

I’ve always liked those nice old towns. It’s so weird… I’ve always loathed history class in school. Then again, it’s not necessarily the history of the place, but the historic charm of the place.

There’s so many seafood places too (it probably has something to do with Charleston being on the coast o.O). I had never had oysters before… GULF oysters too. It’s just, there’s something about eating something that’s multiple shades of gray and jiggles when poked… it’s just not that appealing. It’s like taking a bite into a mound of gray, slimy, evenly jello-y puke. However, the oysters. yeeeeaaaah… they = PURE awesomeness (although… perfection didn’t actually exist until only AFTER adding a Saltine cracker and cocktail sauce… otherwise it’s must gray and slimy o.O).

After I got back, I unpacked all of my things and rearranged my new room (John and his dad had helped me move before we left). It’s so weird now though…. that feeling you get after you’ve taken a break from every reality… taken a step away from the norm, the usual, the routine. It’s just that, when you come back to the real world from a fairy tale… it kind of hurts a little… everything’s just a little lonelier than you remember it being before you escaped…