change.

Once I get going, I really start thinking. I'm home alone again. Pa just picked up Robby. So he'll be gone for atleast a couple hours. It's just me and Chester. I sit here and examine my house, it's so beautiful. It reminds me of a cabin in the woods. It's 80 percent wooden. And It always smells like fresh laundry. My phone is sitting beside me, and i'm wondering when someone will call. I am contemplating on what I should get my mother for her birthday, which is tomorow. I think i'm gunna have Dad help make me a scrap book. She loves stuff like that. I've been thinking about Massachusetts alot lately. I wonder if I should be sitting on a computer in New Bedford, or Acushnet, or Taunton. Instead of NY. It makes me think about how fast my feelings change. I went from loving NY to wanting to leave it every second of everyday.

My feelings have always been a fast changing chain of reaction. If that makes sense, it's hard to find words that will describe me and my life.

For some odd reason, that reminds me of something that almost everyone seems to imagine.
PARADISE.....

You know how most people imagine it as standing on the edge of where the water and beach meet, feeling the cold water on their feet. Feeling the warm breeze flowing through their pores.
Well, mines a little bit different. NY used to be my paradise, it was good for a moment, and then it wasn't. Things change. Now, my paradise is at my home, in Massachusetts. With family, with laughter, with nice people at a fast pace, everyones so friendly, the boston accent which i'm very fond of, the good food, the cute clothes, the everything. Thats MY paradise.