I love my parents. For different reasons, but, I love them both.

It's always strange. Yesterday I went for a walk. I walked for an hour and a half and it was quite soothing. I just walked from my house to quincy then along quincy towards buckley. I turned at the korean church, or whatever, and just followed the sidewalk. I was walking in a neighborhood. It was quite lovely. There was a teal house with dark teal trim, and a pink jeep, and a car whose paint had completely come off in spots. The top was all rusted. It was lovely. And then I started walking back, and about 40 minutes later my parents called my cell to tell me to meet them at quincy and argonne and we'd go to village inn for dinner. They hadn't realized they'd been talking for an hour and a half. I'm glad I went on that walk. Walking, I find, can be very cathartic, and even though things were very odd I was happy. You'd think I wouldn't be but I was.

I think I'll go to Boulder, because I think that will make me happy. Hopefully in my third year I can go to the university of madrid. And once I graduate college, I want to live in various places. New York for the excitement. Oregon for the rain. Japan and England for the culture. Hawaii for the snorkeling. All sorts of other places for the heck of it.

It occurs to me that I'll be leaving for Europe in less than two weeks. Odd...