Today I got out of the house. Went hiking and then out to eat. I tell you what, I was getting really frustrated trying to find shoes for hiking and a coat. All my stuff is spread all over I have no idea where to find anything and it's super irritating. I had to drag out boxes trying to find shoes and I didn't even start to try to find a coat. I finally found my shoes at the bottom of one of my parent's closets. I just wish I had a house or apt. of my own again. I oh so appreciate my parents and their willingness to just let me stay here as long as I need to, but I feel like everything I've established since graduating from high school is all in a box or shoved into a corner somewhere. The bedroom I grew up in does not feel like "home". I look around and still see my prom pictures or old roses that I dried that were given to me from old boyfriends. As much as I love my house here, I feel, sometimes, like I'm stuck in a sort of purgatory; a limbo in between my childhood and my adult life and I don't know where to land. Anyhow...
I went on a hike today to Poet's Table. I tried to find it a few weeks ago and we didn't find it. When I found it today, I realized that we were right next to Poet's Table the whole time and just missed it by taking one wrong turn. I love going up there. It's so relaxing. A spot that not many people know about hidden by Sylvan Lake that's been kept a secret since 1969. But, today I was determined to find it and I did. It's so pretty up there.
When getting back to Newcastle, My parents and I went out to eat for my mother's birthday. It was quite nice and I let my mother tell me the same story I've heard a thousand times about how she met my dad. How they only went on three dates and then got married. I think she tells the story in an attempt to convince her that I could be married really quick when I find the right guy. I don't care and am in no rush, but she thinks that my problems would be solved (or more, her problems will be solved) when I get married. So, she talks about how quick it happened for her hoping that in a week, the same will happen for me.
So my mom asks the waitress at the restaurant who she is; small town and all. The waitress goes on to tell us and she tells me that she would have graduated here in 2003 which is two years after me. I ask her if I should know her as we're close in age and she said she grew up here. She said, "Oh, I know you. I've heard about you." Not sure what that was supposed to mean but I told her not to believe everything she hears. That's part of why I don't like actually LIVING here. Most people either know me or know of me. I'm sure those from Newcastle that are reading this are smiling right about now with memories floating through their heads of why people would know of me. Now friends, lets not go writing those things down for others to see OK? Oh man, do I feel like I'm in a serious state of limbo between my old life and new life.
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