Yet Another Reason I'm Not All That Great

"Ha. People who virtually stalk. Ha."

Oh, you hypocrite. You of the high standards.

And you wonder why they all have failed...

I think it's high time I be going now. I should find that tree again.

"Pure poetic brilliance...."

Right. As if.

Disclaimer: Do not attempt to decode. 

...If I could fly away to see this straight I'd run away...

Precursory

Thus far in Virginia, these things have come to my attention.

1. I have met a grand total of 0 people.
2. Any woods that might beg exploring have No Trespassing signs on them.
3. My new school is freezing.
4. There's an "Asia Grocery". Hi-Chews, soba noodles, and curry mixes. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.
5. A frozen yogurt joint called the Sweet Frog is the American equivalent of Yogurt Land.
6. It's still hot, minus humidity. This means good things for my hair.
7. Our house gets hotter the higher up you go. (Hence: I'll be sleeping in the cool basement.)
8. I need a job.
9. I have the earth's weight in summer homework.
10. I'm lacking in school clothes/supplies.

Did I mention I'd rather not be on the Western Hemisphere?

Everything's Okay For a Minute

Somehow the silence seemed to connect us

in a way that words never coud...



Dear Minivan GPS,

There's been a mistake.

Instead of taking me 'Home' like you promised, we ended up in this nightmarishly familiar place called Stafford. The house you assigned as 'Destination' was empty and unwelcoming.

You must have made a wrong turn. 

I'm sure it was just a simple mistake. When you've recalculated the journey and found the correct destination, I'm happily ready to get back in the car and let you direct me to the real 'Home'.

Dear Ginger From the Boathouse,

I was wondering which of us would be the first to say something that didn't concern the wooden fish I was decorating for my 8-year-old cousin while she abandoned the table for a nearby hula hoop.

"So are you from around here?"

You won.

It's too bad that you're a Gators fan, but you made up for it by complimenting my ability to draw a flower and sympathizing with me about the misery of moving to somewhere that's practically nowheresville. As I study the multicolored surface of my wooden creation, I can retrace the path of our conversation by what I was coloring at the time. 

I wouldn't mind if you found me on Facebook.

Sincerely, 

The Girl Who Kept Coming Back For Markers

The Boat Never Comes

It rained today. 

The tree was at the perfect angle for me to lean, so I did. I stared at the drizzle, the line of fishing boats, but especially the empty spaces. A patch of sidewalk, a vacant balcony, and the small expanse of open harbor where the last fishing boat might just cruise in. And on the deck, a waving figure. 

A leap onto the wet pavement. Running footsteps. Slower. Closer.

I jerk out of it. 

Don't be ridiculous.

It's so hard not to be.

Little Known Fact About Me and Airports...

Is it strange that whenever I'm in a strange airport, waiting to connect to some other flight, I hope that I'll see someone I know from long ago?

Yeah. It's pretty strange.

And yet, I still can't help imagining the scene. They'll be strolling through the terminal, wheeling their luggage behind, when by some twist of fate, they spot me from far away, sitting at gate A4. They'll do a double take when they recognize my plaid flannel, then their face will light up when they realize that the girl in the ponytail sipping the iced mocha is, in fact, who they thought. They'll yell my name and I'll look up in surprise, running across the walkway to hug them in elated joy. We'll spend the next hour talking, laughing and reminiscing, before I board to San Francisco and they to New York. But we'll always remember the hour when fate smiled on us in the airport. 

I've always wanted that to happen.