Since we moved into our house in Ohio, I've been finding a lot of things that have reminded me of things in my past. I've found old photos, stuffed animals, clothes, toys, all of the things one would expect to find. I've thought about all the "good times from my past, all 19 years of it. I know, I'm practically a baby, but since I'm practically blogging to myself, I can pretend I'm old and wise.
Seeing all of these things brings out a "Toy Story" mode in me: making everything feel loved once again. It makes me sad because it means that I've forgotten about certain items.
In the three weeks that I've been here, I have yet to make a friend. The only people that have made an effort to check in on me are a select few, I can count the number on my hands. I don't count my parents friends who have "checked in" on my facebook page. That's kind of lame. I am beginning to feel like I'm the forgotten toy.
Yes, we had our good times, our memories of exciting adventures, but now I've been pushed under the bed, and the new toys are getting their turn. I know I'm being dramatic but like I said, I'm only 19.
I don't want to be forgotten by the boy that I was starting to see before I was catapulted into a new city with no car, no friends and no life. He made me feel like I was unforgettable. SYKE! I don't want to be forgotten by my "friends" back home. I just wish that someone would take the time out of their day to check in with a little call. Someone to tell me that they miss me and I haven't been forgotten.
I love spending time with the fam, but the truth is that I need to get out of this house. I'm going insane. There is only so much time that can be devoted to avoiding family members, especially when I'mm my mom's right hand woman. I'll sit down for five seconds and then it's "Do this... Can you come here... I need your opinion..." I love my mother but it seems like I'm the other half of her brain. How wil she function when I move back to school?!
I promise my next post will be more exciting. I'm not always a Debby-Downer, if anyone is actually reading this.
<3 S
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