I called Sharon last night. She told me that Allen and Curtis were back in town as well as Tracey and Murrell. They were getting ready to leave for Disney World to attend a Christian convention of some sort. I could have gone, but I needed to spend the holidays making money and not just spending it.
I also called Vince. He’s doing good, but he is homesick for Lees-McRae; as am I.
There are only four days left in 1996. It’s about over.
A year in which I got snowed in at my own house as desperately missed school. I played Bearclaw as well as Polonius. I stage managed Greater Tuna and went skiing three times. I broke my pinky finger and had surgery on my lip. I went to Arizona and Nevada for the first time. I flew on an airplane, and drove through the desert. I worked at McDonald’s and flirted with Mon Mon. I ran the box office and the lights during summer theater. I directed skits and plays with the kids during Vacation Bible School. I went sledding with Murrell, drove to Boone with Laura, ushered with Dawn, talked deeply with Sherry, swung on the swings with Debbie and Jessica, and talked about the Lord with Abigail. I went to Atlanta with Curtis, Tampa with the gang, New York with Vince, and Johnson City with Jeni. I wrote a play. I met Josh, Timothy, and made new memories with new and old friends. I stared out my window at the beautiful mountains. I laughed a lot. And even cried some.
I am happy with this year.
I spent it with people I truly love.
How could I ask for more?
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