I love being home.Welcome to the new world, that is, my pink blog beyond the Komen on the Go tour. Part of the reason its taken me this long to update is I’m not sure what to write about now that I’m not schlepping up and down the East coast with jesus music listeners and a big pink trailer. I guess regular life will have to suffice, boring as its bound to be.
Here are pictures I took of my nieces Anna (older) and Molly (red) because they are cute.
Do you know what’s coming on July 21st? Arguably the biggest literary event in modern history, that’s what! The final Harry Potter book will go on sale at midnight and you can bet I will be waiting in line, ready to stay up alllll night reading it. The only hitch is I’m going to be in Boyne City (remote town in Northern Michigan) with my friends Courtney and Meryl, so we'll be driving 45 minutes into Petosky to hang out and then hit up the 24-hour Wal-Mart that will be selling Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at midnight. Do you think Harry’s going to die? Do you think you know what all the horcruxes are? Are you going to stay up all night too?
On a lesser HP note, the movie of Order of the Phoenix is coming out Wednesday and I just bought tickets to see the 6:45 show that day with a friend.
Yes, I am an 11-year-old trapped in a 25-year-old's body.
I have been feeling sort of displaced lately. Do you know what I mean? Kind of a disorienting, unsure-of-my-surroundings, odd feeling of not being in exactly the right place or with the right people or doing the right things. Does this make any sense to you? For example, I am back from tour, and so happy to be home, but am also having an odd sort of separation anxiety from the whole thing- like I keep waiting to pick up and go to the next town, or something. And in general I am not a social butterfly type. But since coming home, I've been out more days and nights in two weeks than is normal for me in a whole month. I keep wondering if maybe I got so used to always being around people on the road that now I'm bored with my own company. Would that be sad, or progress?
And I'm sure its not helping that today I went to camp. I love camp, and it was great to see some friends, but after everything that happened with the documentary I feel oddly removed from that entire place and time in my life. My connection to camp and everything and everyone I associate with it feels tenuous at best and dessicated at worst, so being in the physical place as an onlooker who was told to make sure I left before dinner was an odd thing that gave me a chilly, isolated feeling.
Do you ever sense things shifting inside your own skin? Not even necessarily in your head, because maybe these shifts aren't things you consciously decided on; more like your very own inner jigsaw puzzle being undone and put back a different way. I think that's happening to me. In a good way, I believe, but right now the pieces are still finding their places and I'm displaced.
(in case you couldn't tell, I have a tendency to be melodramatic in writing)
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