So Tell The World

"I'm coming home. I'm coming home. So tell the world that I'm coming."

After two hundred pages of The Diary of a West Point Cadet and six hours of claustrophobic flight and a double touchdown into PDX, I'm back in the solid ground of Oregon. I'm exhausted because it's basically my three and it was a great day throughout, but I'm here.

And it hasn't changed much. There's a little more technology than I remember at my grandparents' house, but I expected as much. They know so much more about it all than I do.. and that comparison doesn't even really hit the mark because I don't really know much at all. A ratio doesn't work if you're dividing by zero, or does it?

I also came up with seven solid reasons as to why I should graduate early and scribbled them down in the back cover of the book I was reading on the flight. I think I've got a solid case set up and I'll type it up, make it look nice, and present it as professionally as possible come the meeting to discuss my future. I'll keep you guys posted as that comes, I was initially planning on writing it tonight but I'm worn out.. like completely.

A few other accolades of the day are accomplished by the big brother side of me. Cade and I had quite a bit of fun tossing a bouncy ball back and forth down the street, hunting bugs, "discovering nature," building teeter totters out of construction bricks and wood planks, and then trying to break it all. We just played like I used to and it was a lot of fun. A window into the past.

Plus I got a few nice souvenir bumps and scratches as well. That's nice.

Windows into the past everywhere, slight changes, other things just.. not making sense.

Mallory's shut down? The stinky farm that my mom would always have me plug my nose while driving past. Every morning when I was little? The days that are gone.. and I'm already talking about graduating high school? What is this? Life?

The evergreens that stay ever green. Beautiful temperate reminders of life's unchanging elements. These have existed for millennia and most likely aren't going anywhere any time soon.

Friends and family don't change. It was great to see Spencer, Sarah, Amy, and Kimmie all at the gate waiting to pick us up from the airport. How lovely to see the faces familiar. Relaxing. Is this home still? I really don't know. Things change. Part of me strongly wants it to be. Great memories fade further and further into the past.

I'm happy though, if I'm misleading you with my nostalgic notions. My mind's just torn apart by the length of the day and it's probably best if I crash as soon as possible.

More adventures to come.

By the way, I tried to copy and paste the link to my fundraising site AGAIN but it won't work from this computer. Just thought I'd let you guys know it's also tax deductible..