Best time ever.
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minervasoloThis is what, my third post today? And I know it's long enough to desreve a cut, but I can't find a suitable part to cut. In my first post today, I almost added that from what I wrote it sounded like I was about to burst into song, and probably would when I made lunch because the Shrek CD is in the kitchen. In the second I actually did say i was going for a walk.
So, I logged off and made myself a picnic, because I thought it would be great fun to have a picnic up on the local hill. Half-danced around the kitchen, can't remember if I sang a bit. Probably. Took the Shrek CD with me. It rained on the way up, which had me thinking picninc on top of hill in heavy rain might possibly lead to fried me, but it eased off to simply cloudy while I ate and read Tess of the D'Urbervilles (brilliant book, go read). Then the sun came out.
Then I put back on the CD and wandered over to in front of the tower (yes, our local hill has a tower. It's all boarded up, but when I was a kid I remember my father and my sister's godfather break one of the panels and climb to hte top. Now the lower windows are concreted!). It was sunny. There was no one around. The music was fun.
So I began to run. Then I began to skip. You know, proper little girl skipping. Then I saw a man with a moile and turned skipping back into running and then stopped caring again, and ran full pelt straight down the hill. Then I skipped along the path, and when the indegestion and stitch got bad from charging around like a mad thing immediately after eating I sang instead. And twirled. And went back to skipping and running again.
Best.
Time.
Ever.
I'm eighteen, and I'm going to leave the house I've spent seventeen of those year in for somewhere six hours drive away in little over a month. People think this part of England is nothing special, but I always thought it was gorgeous. That tower ties with one of the few memories of my father I have, and millions of other memories beside. I'm going to be so damn homesick when I leave. I've only been homesick once before, when my mother went away for a week and my sister and I stayed with our aunt. My sister was homesick too, but she gave me her huge stuffed rabbit to cuddle. I'll have to ask her if she remembers that now; it was a long time ago.
I love everything. I especially love me, because damn I had no idea I was going to do that, and damn I'm glad I did, you know? Skipping and running and singing out loud and probably offkey. I wonder though: would those who know me say this was a particular in character thing for me to do? I know it's something I'd do if other people were doing it, but just randomly singing and dancing on my own? I don't think that's a side of me even I see often, let alone other people. Seriously, people who know me, would you have expected it?
Really, though:
Best. Time. Ever.
Go do it. Now.
So, I logged off and made myself a picnic, because I thought it would be great fun to have a picnic up on the local hill. Half-danced around the kitchen, can't remember if I sang a bit. Probably. Took the Shrek CD with me. It rained on the way up, which had me thinking picninc on top of hill in heavy rain might possibly lead to fried me, but it eased off to simply cloudy while I ate and read Tess of the D'Urbervilles (brilliant book, go read). Then the sun came out.
Then I put back on the CD and wandered over to in front of the tower (yes, our local hill has a tower. It's all boarded up, but when I was a kid I remember my father and my sister's godfather break one of the panels and climb to hte top. Now the lower windows are concreted!). It was sunny. There was no one around. The music was fun.
So I began to run. Then I began to skip. You know, proper little girl skipping. Then I saw a man with a moile and turned skipping back into running and then stopped caring again, and ran full pelt straight down the hill. Then I skipped along the path, and when the indegestion and stitch got bad from charging around like a mad thing immediately after eating I sang instead. And twirled. And went back to skipping and running again.
Best.
Time.
Ever.
I'm eighteen, and I'm going to leave the house I've spent seventeen of those year in for somewhere six hours drive away in little over a month. People think this part of England is nothing special, but I always thought it was gorgeous. That tower ties with one of the few memories of my father I have, and millions of other memories beside. I'm going to be so damn homesick when I leave. I've only been homesick once before, when my mother went away for a week and my sister and I stayed with our aunt. My sister was homesick too, but she gave me her huge stuffed rabbit to cuddle. I'll have to ask her if she remembers that now; it was a long time ago.
I love everything. I especially love me, because damn I had no idea I was going to do that, and damn I'm glad I did, you know? Skipping and running and singing out loud and probably offkey. I wonder though: would those who know me say this was a particular in character thing for me to do? I know it's something I'd do if other people were doing it, but just randomly singing and dancing on my own? I don't think that's a side of me even I see often, let alone other people. Seriously, people who know me, would you have expected it?
Really, though:
Best. Time. Ever.
Go do it. Now.
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