I am now at the Pensacola airport. It’s the fourth day of 1999. It’s not just the end of a decade, but the end of a century. Knowledge feels rampant, but love feels scares. I do not know what this year will hold, but I will worship the Lord throughout.
There is a small flock of birds scattered amongst the clouds. It’s a good day to fly.
I want to be a good student and a good friend this semester. All of that is much harder than it sounds. I want to live right. I’m so thankful to be away from Sarah, and I no longer want to mess with Emily. I want to start afresh.
I told my good friends at Lees-McRae that I would come visit during my spring break, but I think it might be bad for me to go back. I do not belong there anymore. I doubt I will have the money anyway.
Well, they just announced my flight was delayed. I have to go check something out…