good to the last drop
I'm panicking because i don't have much longer here. about a month, and then.. i will probably never be back here again. and i like it here. i don't want to leave here yet. i like the people i work with. i like my neighbors that i've hardly gotten the chance to chill with yet. i don't want to leave them all yet. i don't want to leave this room. this life. this set-up. this freedom. this weather. these trees. this water. those clouds. that road. the gas station on the corner. the speed humps. the long and winding road. this little mini-apartment. it's perfect. i'd never need anything more. except maybe a balcony so i'd have somewhere to smoke instead of having to walk outside the building every time..
the mall. 2 miles from the beach. the clothing optional portion that i haven't ventured upon yet.
i so fucking love it here. heh. it's nuts. i always did. even, the first time i came here, freshman year.. bjork's words would resonate through my head.. "this is where i'm staying.. this is my home.."
i don't know why i'm so enchanted by this place. i don't even get out that much. it's silly. but maybe it's just because this is the only place that i've ever lived completely on my own. i made this place mine.
and i have a month now to drink this place up before it all disappears.
LJ