I turn 22 in two months.
The final pages of this Book of Days seem to be falling out. I hope this journal stands the test of time and still has all it’s pages whenever I or someone else reads it.
I haven’t written since Saturday. The weekend didn’t turn out that great, but all is well. Everyone seemed to understand while the visit was difficult for me. I did get to see Sarah a little bit, but not much. Nevertheless, I am home. This place is home for ten more days.
When Lindy dropped me off on Sunday there was a strange car in the driveway. I walked into the house and there stood a beautiful and curvy dark-haired girl. She was looking at me. I had never seen her before.
It turns out, she and her mom were looking at buying our house, or possibly renting it. The girl is only 15, but she looks 18 or 20. Her name is Shana and we talked the whole afternoon. She’s pretty neat; she said she would call me.
Emily have talked an average of twice a week recently and I’ve been hanging out with Marcus and Peter quite a bit. These days have been nice.
I bought Sarah a small Bible and had her name engraved on it. I wrote a special goodbye in it and will give it to her on the last night I see her before I leave: June 26, 1998. What a night that will be! Will that be the end or just the beginning?
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
“Soon it will be time to go out to the places I will be from.”
I’ve learned a hard lesson these past few weeks: all these people and places that I’ve loved for so long….none of them are really mine.