I’ll start this off in a way that most guys wouldn’t even consider, and that’s by admitting in the past three weeks, I have cried twice. The first time was December 4th after reading an e-mail from my mom and the other time was earlier today when I had lunch with my grandma.
Now, before I go further, I wanna point out that I’m not the type to cry very much at all. Up until July 9, I can remember crying one time in the last ten years or so. My grandpa died and I didn’t even cry. It’s just not me. I keep it in and just deal with it on my own.
sixteen thoughts of christmas break
Me and Nate were talking a week or two ago about this and it’s something that’s scary, funny, and a whole lot of emotions all wrapped in one. My entire life, I had an idea of where I was going to be 3-5 years from that particular point in time. I might not have known an exact location or specific job, but I had an idea. My senior year of high school, I knew 3-5 years from then I’d be in college. A year ago, I knew I’d probably be in grad school, working for dad, or at least in Lynchburg for a few years until I got married and then we’d see from there. Right now, on December 18, I can honestly say I have no clue whatsoever where I’ll be, what I’ll be doing, or who I’ll be doing it with 3-5 years from now.