needing people

23 Mar

In case you didn’t know, Daniel blogged for me last night. I miss him so much, but I try not to think about it because it just makes me sad. I’m at my sister’s place in Oregon now, waiting for my hair to dry at the dining table. It’s weird that she has her own dining table and that this place is more her’s than my parents’. Weird. I am looking forward to having my own place, too. I’d want to decorate it my way, clean it my way, and feel independent even though I’ll need Daniel, like, all the time. I’m always needing people. In fifth grade when my class went to Camp Erdman, I cried in the bottom bunk because I needed my parents. On the second day of high school, I cried in my dad’s truck when he tried to drop me off at school when Wendy wouldn’t be there because she hurt her ankle. I cling to people, and I’m annoying. I don’t feel so bad attaching myself to Daniel, though, because he admitted to liking it by asking me to be attached to him through marriage for life. He kind of likes me.

As I was saying–I’m in Oregon now. It’s much colder than home. I’m constantly thinking of the cold and how I want to be warm, but not as warm as Hawaii. My hair is better, here. Much less frizz. But my fingers are popsicles.


2 Responses to “needing people”

  1. Wendy March 23, 2012 at 10:30 pm #

    I remember that day. My aunty called me to say that I should go to school because you were upset. I didn’t mind 😉 don’t worry.

  2. travelingmad March 23, 2012 at 11:18 pm #

    I’m sorry to hear about your needing people. However, it’s pretty common. I’ve been far away from home for a while and need my friends and family. I can’t go more than one year without being in their presence.
    Hope you’ll find people who need you just as much as you need them! 🙂

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