Summer

Tomorrow is my last day of school.
My last day of being a puny little freshman.
My last day of being in the youngest grade.

I mean, sure, I'll miss tons of things about being a freshman but I just want my high school career to be over already. And no, it hasn't been horrible but I certainly am not happy with it.
But that could be because I moved right before my freshman year and lost all my friends in FL.
And had to make new ones but thanks to Jess (I LOVE YOU<3) it hasn't been all that bad.
I just want it to be my senior year.
So I can move out and go to college. Go to college at UW and move to Wyoming.
Because for some reason, when I was driving through Wyoming while moving, it felt like home.
Like I was supposed to be there, ya know?
And I believe that when something just feels right, you go with it.
It felt right to be there. So why deny what my soul is so obviously telling me?

Sure, Wyoming can be a bit of a snore but I love it there. I want to own a farm and raise my kids, foster & biological, there. Let them know how the real America was before it became what it is today.
I want my own little piece of this world.
And in my will, I'm gonna make it so that none of my family members can sell it for money.
Cause that is just rude.

Okay, I have to pack for Ashli's.

Peace
-A