November 17th, 2009

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You know, I didn’t always live in Florida. I used to live in Michigan near Lake Superior. Then I met Jack and he suggested we move somewhere more tropical since everything was far, far too cold back home. So I found an art college down here, he found an appropriate job as an accountant, and the rest was history. If I’ll be honest, he’s sort of been pitching in with tuition. His job pays well. I owe him a lot.

Come to think of it, I haven’t really talked to my parents a lot since Jack and I met. They do pitch in with tuition as well, but our relationship has been a lot more strained. They don’t necessarily disprove of Jack, mind you, but they think I’m forsaking family bonds for my first love. I don’t really know how to feel about that, admittedly.

Pardon my ramblings. I just saw this image in my camera roll of one of my trips to Lake Superior as a kid and got really sentimental. I saw those autumn leaves pooling at the bottom of the waters and thought it was cool enough to take a picture of. I don’t have the camera I took this picture on anymore, sadly.

It was a cold day that day. I don’t honestly mind the cold, mind you! I’m way more resistant to it than a lot of people I know. Me and a couple of friends rode out in Jenny’s Volkswagen out there to fish and goof off near the water. I had so much fun that day. I still have the other pictures I took.

I hope they’re all doing well. I

haven’t spoken to them

since junior year