Ooh, been a while since I could be bothered to write here. I really just wanted to do some musing. Amanda went with Cedrick and Amaron to San Antonio over the weekend, and they came back with tons of pictures. I have never been there before. As a matter of fact, I am the only one who hasn't gone far off to another city to spend days there, even when I was in school. The closest I ever came, was doing fundraising for the church group to go to a conference in Washington, DC. My parents (mostly my father) decided against it not too far down the line, and because I was a little scared to leave anyways, I didn't push the issue.
I wouldn't say it was full blown jealousy that I felt, looking at those pictures. More like, a sort of envy for the chance and nerve to do something that would take some time and take me so far from what I knew. The first time I can ever recall hearing the name 'Houston' was the night the local hospital couldn't figure out what was wrong with my sister, and would have to send her there right then. That was bad, I don't even remember the details, but know I didn't want to say bye to my mom, though she would have to go with her.
Other things happened after that, all similar. Maybe one day I'll go into detail about them, but I don't think that's so necessary right now. I've always been scared to leave home. Is that the truth of it?
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3/19/10
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