keranzi

i got so bored in kansas after my sister, her boyfriend, and my nephews left, that i finally read the hunger games. (everyone is doing it!) not the best writing ever, but i liked it. the only problem is i now walk around paranoid as if someone is going to jump out from behind a corner, or a bush and try to slaughter me. when they do, i will be ready - because i've started carrying a knife. . .


two remaining days before i fly back to p-town. i'm going to be honest; i'm kind of excited. for a while now every time i've come home i've felt like a guest in my own house, and a stranger in my own hometown. (seriously, i got lost at least three times over the last two weeks because i forgot how to get somewhere) my old room is almost the same as when i moved out, the same old pictures from high school remain untouched, pinned to my old bulletin board, but i don't know the girl in those pictures anymore. in provo i have more of an identity, a sense of belonging. i never ever ever thought i would feel that way about the little college town in which i felt so uncomfortable two years ago. 


so good job provo, i don't know how you did it, but you're kind of my home now.

see ya soon,
Keri