Here I am with Part V. If I keep up with this essay I?ll run out of Roman numerals to use. Early morning writing is difficult. Considering that my brain is just
waking up.
Okay this JFK Jr. coverage is getting on my nerves! For the last week they?ve been covering the plane crash and
the deaths. Ladi-freakin?-da! I am so tired of hearing about it. Shows how slow news is. It should have lasted three days with
minimal coverage. But no we are forced to sit down and watch the same thing over and over. I wish that they would put it all
to rest. If this ?news? weren?t blaring in my ear I could move on and focus on writing.
Writing is a desire that bubbles up within me every now and then. Usually it takes some emotional event to make me have the desire to write *yawn*. Sorry I?m pretty
tired. What?s making me write now is that my ?essay? doesn?t have a decent enough ending. I bet this will take me a year to
complete since I am doing this on my own time and comes from my desire to write.
Before arriving in Louisville I would switch
back and forth between thinking that I would either be really busy or really bored. As it is turning out I am really busy. Which
is beyond cool since it shows how much my friends missed me and me them. I can?t wait to see everyone. So far I?ve seen
Ada, Elliott, Will, and Lucretia. The cool thing about this trip is that it doesn?t feel live I ever left Louisville. Just as if I?ve only
gone on a really long vacation. I remember where everything is. Everything is where I left it. The only difference is that I don?t
have my house. Since I?ve kept in touch with everyone there isn?t anything I need to be caught up with.
Okay I don?t feel like writing right now but then again I don?t want to have the page end here. So I am between two things that I refuse to decide
upon. I?m always forced to make a ton of decisions that other people could easily make. That?s one thing I could be firmer in.
Well I need to leave. End part V.
I will not be able to write a long Part VI like I would want to. There is so much for me I
would love to talk about. Tales of the heart and of friendship. Unfortunately it wouldn?t be wise for me to discuss the tales of
my heart since every time I sit and think of the things troubling me there?s always some new twist that comes up which slightly
changes my perspective. In the end I return to where I originally started off. The question then becomes; is this how I truly
feel? Deep down inside is this my honest to God gut truth? Fortunately that question is easy to answer: Yes! I don?t really like
that answer and I wish I could change that. But I know by doing that I deny the truth which would make it a lie. And I don?t
lie. It?s completely against my ethics. I have lied. I?m not perfect when it comes to that, but I honestly try. Perhaps I will write
more tomorrow. The shower beckons and I can?t begin a new page. An ending as a beginning doesn?t work for me. End Part
VI.
Where?s My Home?
Where is my home?
My comfort and ultimate joys?
I think I?ve found it
But then again I haven?t.
There?s a tug of war over me.
Both sides want me equally as much.
One place I?m needed much more
The other almost as much.
Someday I?ll figure it out.
Probably I won?t.
I?ll laugh at me someday
When I?ve found my home.
Who knows,
Maybe then it will be up in the sky.
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