The one in which I worry and discuss night peace.
I'm sitting here with a hot cup of cocoa and worry on my mind. My dad got a job interview in the place we moved from a year ago. I don't know quite what to think about that. I mean, I don't really have friends here. But to be honest, I don't really have friends there anymore either. So I don't know where I want to go. I like this church a lot better but I kind of think that I have better friends in Texas. But I was just starting to get used to here. I mean, I was even getting meaningless crushes. In all likelihood, nothing will come of this interview, but it still makes me think. And I wonder, if I had a choice, which place would I choose?
I love sitting in a house in the dark. My dad is giving my mom a massage and my brother is in his room doing god knows what. And I am just sitting on my computer writing. (I originally sat down to work on my novel, but I decided to write an entry.) I love the peace of it. Especially with a drink in my hand. I feel like a real writer. Contemplating and poring over my work. Staying up late (even though it's only 11:30) and working on my book.
People view me as an extravert. If you told my family I was an introvert they would laugh in your face. I am quite outgoing and aggressive, I'll be the first to admit. But I recharge when I'm alone. I love peace at the end of the day. It calms me and helps me think. It expecially helps me write. And I'm going to go do just that.
-Mav