August 6, 1999 – Friday – 8:32 a.m.

Well… I am in Freeport, Maine.

Wednesday morning I left Banner Elk to drive through Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia to get to Mount Airy, MD.  I stayed with Lindy’s parents.  Her house is so neat.  She is from classic, small town America.  Her parents and I had some pasta and then walked around downtown.  I wish she could have been with me.

I woke up yesterday morning and drove through Pennsylvania and New York to get to Connecticut, where I took a scenic route, and then drove through Rhode Island and downtown Boston, Massachusetts.  Boston was under some major construction and the traffic was horrible, so I got out of there as fast as possible, drove through a small corner of New Hampshire, and now I’m in Freeport, Maine, just outside of Portland.

I couldn’t find a campground and it was pouring outside, so I got a hotel room that cost me over $70.  It is really kind of scary being way up here all alone.  It didn’t hit me until it got dark.  Portland seems interesting, but I’ve been listening to the radio and they are talking about Y2K, which sounds terrifying.

Well, I’m going to leave this shoreline and drive up to the mountains.

 

September 15, 1993 – Wednesday – 10:33 p.m.

The past few days have been normal.

Today I had an orthodontist appointment, and afterwards I went to Wal-Mart.  Last year around this time I noticed a girl at school.  Her name is Renee.  I never really liked her, I just noticed her because is she absolutely beautiful.  Well, while at Wal-Mart, I went around the corner of an aisle and the same girl walked right by me and looked at me.  I have never spoken to her before.  We’ve never even shared eye-contact before.  But time stopped and it seemed like forever but I finally said “hey” and she said “hey” back in her sweet, soothing voice.  It stabbed right through the core of me.

Ryan was at church tonight.  I didn’t talk to her much.  I miss her.  I see her, but I just wish there was more.  I know there won’t be though.  Sherry, Veronica’s cousin, was hugging all over me tonight.  Her touch was encouraging.  We’re good friends, but it made me realize that I like being single.  And I want to stay that way for a while.  The incident at Wal-Mart made me realize that, too.

So, with Ryan, I’ll still think of her and if something happens, praise God, but I’m just going to wait for God to move.  There are other girls, but these modern productions are all very well, but there is nothing to equal from what I here tell:  that moment of mystery, when I made history, with Ryan…the girl I could never tell…