I can't believe how odd it feels to be here. I mean, I've only been away three weeks and everything just...looks funny. Ten forty seven pm, my clock reads in the corner of the screen, and if I were in Langdale 312 right now I'd be reading my Genome book in bed, shivering from the ac. Hailey would be talking on her phone, or giggling with Lucy. Jenny and Leah would be reading and listening to music quietly, and Sarah would be combing her hair. Chandler would be asleep, or trying to be asleep. I hope the concert was good, and that everyone is healthy and happy. I wish them good times this weekend and that they do what they feel is right. But there are good things about home too, you know. I have to realize that even though something--don't know what yet, but something--inside of me is slowly changing, this is the place I will always come back to. Home is the place where my family is, where my horses are, where my church is. (We have some new neighbors and they are very nice. I will introduce myself tomorrow, and i hope they like me! They have four children and their oldest will be a freshman at MHS next year. That'd be cool if we could be friends, since I don't have many guy friends save like, two. I'm not interested in a boyfriend in him since I've done the freshman thing and it's not worth it. They're too cute, like puppies.) Pedro was happy to see me too, or so I like to think. There is nothing--hear me? nothing--like riding a horse for me. There's just something so freaking magical about it that I can't explain to anyone. I love to be with my horses more than anything else in the world. More than laughter, more than love, more than feeling like I belong. God even feels closer here. It's as if I walked into my room and He was in there straightening ot my things for me, giving me a smile as i walked in and stopped in relief, my shoulders sagging just slightly. I could feel His presence all around me as I went about the motions of my daily Peachtree City life, and it felt good. I mean, I felt Him in Valdosta too, but there I was sort of by myself. Is it possible that being around those you love brings God even closer to you? I think so. Sometimes isn't it weird how you can be sorrounded by so many people and still feel like it's just you, and it's always been that way? I miss all my friends already, how lame. I bet you they don't miss me one bit, you know, because I stalk them on their phones and all. I called Jenny and she was just like "hi bye" which I guess is okay. Geeze, I'm so clingy. If I ever get too clingy, just tell me so, because atleast that way I know what the heck I'm doing.

Now would you mind if I bared my soul? Came right out and said you're beautiful?