Page Thirty-Eight: Past the Point of No Return

I couldn't tell you the last time I've written. The funny thing is, I find myself unable to write my life down only when it's full of new surprises, happenings and situations. Everything is different than it was and there's nothing bad about that.

I'm rounding the last corner of my junior year in college, waiting for summer to come when I can ship myself overseas to Florence, Italy and enjoy another adventure. I'll feel refreshed when I'm surrounded by hundreds of faces I've never seen before. I'll feel more at home, oddly enough. I can't wait to see what two art classes in the heart of Florence has to offer me, and more importantly, I can't wait to see how it will change me. I'm ready to get lost again. Summer is the perfect time to get lost.

With Charlie gone to the army, I've come to appreciate words on paper again, yet it seems the only thing I feel comfortable writing these days are letters. It's been months since I've sat down at my computer and gotten lost in words until my fingers cramped, but I guess there's nothing wrong with a break. My experiences this year would be impossible to forget, I just need to find the strength to scribble again.

With one million racing thoughts and thousands of sentences I need to write down, I'm going to wrap this up. I'll have to ease back into this.

Until next time, little does she know, the sound of that heartbeat she heard at the hospital yesterday will stick with her forever. Whoever you are, she loves you already.