I don’t know who I want to read this or if its just a quicker method of journaling, i’m in the midst of really beginning my life here and I need some new outlet to go along with all of these changes.
I’m not really from a “small town”, its called Colorado Springs.. It’s easy to say i’m from a smaller town because it doesn’t have an IKEA and there are only 31 numbered streets. My family was ideal growing up– I only say “was” because things change, and everyone has their issues. At this point in my life, my immediate family includes my 22 year old brother and my father. I don’t really know how they are, I suppose I’ve never really known.
Consciously, I hate the way that it sounds out loud to read anything about my own life. I imagine its sort of the same way that hearing your own voice on a recording is.
I graduated high school in May, this past pay. (May of 2015). I moved out in the following June. I don’t know if that’s considered eager or wise. It’s not that my family was horrible to me, or that I didn’t want to be with them. Colorado Springs, the smaller city, held a whole lot of memories that I wanted to move on from. If there was a map of that smaller city, I could mark an event at nearly every location. From the skating rink where I had my first kiss and my third job; the neighborhood where I threw melons off of a church roof at 2 in the morning and where I left a large piece of me behind, not to mention the library and the big trees. The Springs has so much of me, scattered everywhere. I love going back to see it every now and then, but everyone knows its hard enough to lose yourself once.