I think the hardest thing for me to do with this blog is to come up with a title for them.
Past that, I probably could just write about anything and be somewhat satisfied. Only I don’t like just random titles. We’ll see what does happen from here though.
So my summer is starting to wind down slowly but surely. I’ve got about 2 more weeks at home before I move back into my apartment in Statesboro, which is where I’ll reside until I graduate… permanently. There will be no coming home to this bedroom. In fact, once I leave, and then Dad leaves, this bedroom belongs to someone else. It’s kinda a weird thought, but I’m slowly getting use to the idea. My dad won’t be 2 hours away anymore, instead we’ll be separated by nearly 3,000 miles, for the first time in my life, for more than just a week, or 2 weeks. We’re talking months at a time. It’s just weird to think about, quite naturally. At the same time, I’m greatly anticipating the added freedom that’ll come with it. And I’m definitely anxiously waiting for it.
I guess it’s just the thought that for once in my life, I don’t have to worry about him hearing about everything that happens with me, or having to watch what’s said around me, in fears of him getting the backlash. Sure some of that will still happen, but at the same time though, it won’t be as bad.
I should probably mention that for the last 5 years, he’s known about things relating to my life before I actually have the chance to do them. In other words, he’s had one eye always on me for quite some time, especially this last year. But now he’s loosened up a lot, even to the extent of me staying out well past midnight, and him not even bat an eye and worry. He goes to bed, leaves the light on, and that’s it. So much better now…. I am old enough now. [Not to mention, what am I REALLY going to do in Small-Town Georgia anyway?]
I guess part still is just the notion that he will be in California. There comes the time where Parent and Child must separate. Truth be honest, I’ve been expecting this to happen sooner rather than later. I guess I just didn’t expect to happen… like… now.
So time comes now to empty my room — all 10 years I’ve been living here — of all things that I never really thought about. And it’s brought back a lot of memories. Like, I came across some pictures from when my mom was still alive, which include family reunion photos, amongst others. Time to put things into boxes and storage bins. Once I leave, Dad’s going to basically take my room apart and start re-painting it. He’s already started painting the spare bedroom, although work on that has seemed to come to a standstill, considering the paint colors are failing to match evenly. Instead of plain white, the color has a lavender tint to it. And I don’t think that this was intentional either. And to think I was almost the one to paint that room… my luck is rather nice now-days.
I guess this is all I can think of. Pretty soon I’ll be back in Statesboro, and life will continue to move forward. I’m not entirely sure what to expect yet, but I’m pretty much ready for what’s ahead. At least, I hope I am.

