It’s so strange how someone can be so much different from her mother. I am surprised that I am not a complete neurotic given certain circumstances in my life. My mom doesn’t care much about learning, has no motivation to travel, isn’t concerned with world issues and thinks it’s hilarious to make fun of the fact that I am. She exhausts me with how much she can gossip, blabber, collect, decorate, etc. She’d much rather talk about this person at work or that neighbor upstairs than so many other things I’d rather discuss. I appreciate my mom for everything she has done for me and I realize that she has good intentions, but she is too much. I am ready to move on to a place that doesn’t feel overwhelming with obnoxious animals and extreme over decoration, I’m ready to breathe at home. End vent!
I am so in love with Bellingham. That place is like a whole different world. Strangers talk to you, boys ask to sit with you, girls aren’t afraid to be nice to you. Such a nice 3 day weekend. I’m cancelling my car insurance.
It’s nice to realize that you have changed for the better. Gathering love from all over the place. Giving lots of it, too. I need to document my life more, I miss the boys.