and we may never be here again

Okay, it's true. It's likely that I will be in Gambier again (probably once in October, November and December), but I will never be here again in the same point in my life, where I wake up each morning in my room with an uncertain future. I think not knowing where I'll end up has made me appreciate home that much more. I probably won't live here again, but nothing will change the fact that it will always be home. I'm not sure why I'm so nostalgic about things (I can't get rid of anything, because I have an emotional connection to everything). But I suppose everyone is looking to find their own home, and I'm in a weird place- leaving one to find another.

I love taking the car out and driving around Gambier. I started doing it when I got the Saab, because I had the freedom to do so. Even the Ford took me out in the winters when I came home from school. There's nothing better than driving 65 on curvy, country hills with the windows down and blaring music. That would be one con of the city, I really can't do that anymore, and I'm assuming the bus isn't going to give me the same satisfaction.

So tonight, I drove up to one of the highest points in the village, and to the sound of crickets and the smell of freshly cut grass, I watched the sun go down one last time over Gambier.