i have to write a small paper now. One or two pages. Should be no big deal. But it is. I sit here and procrastinate. I drag my feet, but not for the usual reasons. I am under no stress. this has been the easiest finals week of my life. But i drag my feet because after this and a couple tests, it is all over. All the work. The year... we pack up Drew 2 and move out in a few days. I do not want this to happen. When something is on my mind here, i say it... there are people to talk with, and then we laugh... at "home," i sit in my room and boil. I keep it all in and when the words come out they are wrong and they hit hard against the bare walls and echo through the chambers of unforgiving minds. No, i don't want to go to new jersey, miles of rows of houses, one after another without rest in sight. I walk and walk and walk and still the same houses, still the same feel, still no warmth in sight though the sun is hot and the pavement is hotter. New Jersey seems to have no sense of place at all. It seems devoid of all that created it; no piece of the natural world, no stories, no heritage, no ghosts... just "progress." I know this is not true... but it seems that everything else is forgotten or ignored.
I have said this all before. It is nothing new. I should shut up now. Sometimes it seems like everyone who knows me has heard everything i have ever said in the first week they knew me. It's all dull repetition from that point on.
I propose we change the name of this blog to TOWNHOUSE A and invite Drew, Morgan, Brenna, Rachel, and Connie. And i also propose we actually write on this thing over the summer. I know i will. A lot. I will definately have nothing better to do.