I'm Catching the Next Flight Out of Here

... because this is where summer is, and I'm ready to move on. It's time to stop being scared, and closing my eyes to pretend that summer lasts forever.

I always thought that I needed summer to be happy, like a break from the real world, where I could fall into my alternate reality of the burning sun and cold ice cream. But after this summer, I think I've learned how to deal.

It was nice to have a break from school, that's for sure. I hate the constant stress that the school years bring, increasing with each passing grade. During these hot months, all you had to worry about was when to go to bed, when to get up, what to eat... and for some, a temporary summer job. Summer is just a massive vacation for the mind.
But this summer, I've also realized that you miss a lot of people. Everyone is doing their own things, as you are. Schedules never match up, and you end up going weeks without speaking to someone. I guess that's the trade off once you don't have the convenience of school to see each other every day.

I suppose I'm following the lead of Messed One, another fabulous blogger. She's making a change this year, for grade eleven. I think I want to as well.
She wrote about being more honest with people if she has a problem with them; she'll be more straight up with them in order to avoid any more drama than is needed.
I want to do that : pursue the journey of complete honesty. I would be a liar if I said I was going really do this, but I'm not lying in saying that I'll try.
It's time to live. I've figured out who I am by now, and what I am. Last year, at the beginning of the school year, I had just come back from a stint in the hospital. It left me changed, both physically and mentally. Last year was learning who I am and who everyone else is. It was like I was in training; I was learning how everything worked and where and with who I belonged. This year, it's time to live.

This year, it's time to appreciate everything and everyone I have.
This year, it's time to be brutally honest with everyone and myself.
This year, it's time to be more organized and succeed in school.
This year, it's time to think about the years to come.
This year, it's time to love and be loved.
This year, it's time to live in the moment, every single moment.

There is just so much to look forward to: friends' birthdays, autumn, dance, school activities, UVRing, Christmas... that's about as far as I can think right now.

As I sit here it is 7:22 pm on Labour day Monday, I come to a somewhat solemn realization: summer is really over. It's a bit sad, but at least I know one thing:

My flight leaves in 4 hours and 38 minutes, and it's taking me to a whole new place.

A place I think I'll love.

Have fun in school, kids.

Well, as lame as I am.

- K

Home

... is a place where you never feel alone. Home is where you can say or do anything, and not regret it.

I hate that feeling of being far from home. In my opinion, home is not your physical house, but the emotional things that are the collection of our lives. Home is the happiest place on the planet, far better than any luxurious hotel, placid beach or sparkling city.

There is no better place to create the most colourful memories than right where your home is, and with who your home is.

To me
Home is staying up until 3am with my two best friends.
Home is being out and lively with the wonderful people I surround myself with.
Home is all of the stuff that we all talk about.
Home is being in his arms.
Home is my family.
Home is being there for others who cannot find their way home.

Sometimes, you have to show lost ones the way. I've been lost, and sometimes, I really think I still am. But I've been lost enough to know how to manage. There's no worse feeling than the one of being far from home, just wanting to go back.

Whose home are you?






Well, as lame as I am.

- K