It's 1 in the morning and I really should be sleeping because I need to get up early tomorrow. Well, earlier than I have been at least. I can't sleep though because the past is on my mind. I keep thinking about past events: school retreats, youth group retreats, Christmas parties, Valentine's Day parties, New Year's Eve parties, BLOOM at Miss McKinney's house, Physics class, drama in 11th grade, all those trips we made to McDonalds, the Ovalo, the timed mile park, Cafe Verde, the times we went to the beach just because, spending the night at people's houses, the random outings we planned for the summer, and so many other things.
Man, I miss the past. I'm really surprised that I'm not crying right now.
I really miss Miss McKinney's old house. I miss Kawai and am still bummed that I didn't go there at all in 2011 after having gone at least once every year since moving to Peru. I miss going to La Casa del Padre for youth group and for church. I miss going to the Larson's house, which was probably my second home all through out High School. I miss ICSL like crazy, the place and the people. I miss my house and my room. I miss the park by my house and trees that were awesome for climbing but have been cut down. I miss Camino de Vida and going to school there too. I miss art class in 10th grade. I miss our volleyball club.
I remember all our youth group and High School retreats from 8th-12th grade. I remember all the plays I was in and the mission trips I went on. All those big events and more are playing like flashbacks in my head. It's like the last episode of a TV series that's showing clips from important parts of past episodes. Like something that's ending. But it ended six months ago, right? Yeah, but not having a lot to do over this break has given me too much time to think.
I'm so glad that I have a place to get all of these thoughts out. Now to write a poem about it all . . .
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