The week went by fast. Work is fun. Dan and I play chess a lot in the evenings. Marie returns on Tuesday.
Trey, Kristen, and Mike took me down to North Carolina to pick up my new used car. It’s a white 1992 Chevy Cavalier. It drives nicely.
While there we visited Clay’s parents Barbara and Clyde, but Barbara wasn’t there, only Clyde and Eric. Funny stuff happened, so funny that it can’t be translated and explained into these pages.
We walked along the railroad tracks near my old house. Everything was so green and the fireflies were out. I always thought I grew up in a flat land, but after living in Virginia Beach for two years, I now see how beautiful the rolling hills of my youth were. Thank you God for letting me spend my childhood there. It is such a perfect and precious gift. No doubt you put those railroad tracks there just for me to have a clear path to wander down.
I am nearly 24-years-old now God. I see now that you have never left me. I am overwhelmed by your patience and beauty.
Trey, Kristen, Mike, and I stopped at a Starbucks in Chapel Hill on Franklin St. on the way back. I’m so glad I didn’t go to a big state school like UNC. Part of me is still trying to get over Lees-McRae. Part of me is trying to succeed here. And part of me just wants to relax and let all the days fade away.
I can’t believe it is June. I miss Marie and just want to have a good conversation with her. It has been difficult to have those over the phone recently. She doesn’t seem comfortable talking with her parents there.
Time is passing. But I will go on. I work. I write. I read. And I wait.
I also remember. And I try to forget.