Today was one of the most perfect summer evenings I've had in a while. The weather was great; not too hot, but still summery. What's better to do during the summer than to hang out with friends and relax? And that's exactly what I did. After work, I drove to Krys' and we ate pizza with her mom and watched two chick flicks:
13 Going on 30 (don't you dare laugh!) and
50 First Dates. I thoroughly enjoyed them both, which is easy to do when I have not a serious care in the world right now.
50 First Dates also was set in Hawaii (yay, since I'll be there in one month) and included my favorite arrangement of
Somewhere Over the Rainbow and
What a Wonderful World. It's the ukelele version by Israel Kamakaiwo'ole. Sometimes it makes me smile, others it makes me cry. Then, driving home, I took the highway instead of the freeway. I don't know why. There's something about driving at night in the summer with the windows rolled down and the breeze that just makes me feel good inside. I listened to oldies on the way home and it made me nostalgic.
And this made me think. In some ways I feel homeless. Not in the vagrant, beggar type of way, mind you. Since I left T-Town for college, and all the hundreds of times I've driven there and back and arrived at my apartment, I still feel like it's not really
home. And this has nothing to do with my dad and Wilma and Trinity moving or anything, really, because I'm happy for them (and that they get to live in paradise (; ). Mostly I feel trapped I guess. Even though I love my little apartment and more and more it feels like it's mine, all mine, I'm stuck here. I only live here because I'm going to school. I'm not yet free to have a career and a life of my own and be independent. I don't really think I'm making much sense, but oh well. I still just feel like I don't yet have much to offer to the world.
Even though I feel more confident in myself and that I've tried to work on just
me a lot more this summer (I'm working on improving both my mental and physical health), I still feel like a wallflower. I don't have a handful of degrees or life experience or work experience (at least not much more than copying, filing and answering phones) to pull out of my pocket when I meet new people. I feel so intuitive and insightful towards people around me. I enjoy people watching, not being the center of attention. But sometimes I wonder if that comes across as not being impressive in any way shape or form. My hobbies are so solitary that I'm afraid even to list them here in fear of being laughed at (by the few that read this, I can count all of you on one hand).
And ironically, while all of this has been at the back of my mind recently, I feel more content than I've ever been. Odd, eh?
I should get some sleep....