Rain and Sparks

Sitting here in my frigid dorm room facing college ave, I find myself missing my summer roommate. Kaskade's 'It's You, It's Me' blairs from a trendy looking iMac G5. Cars pass by. It's getting dark and a little drizzle is falling. Coldplay's 'Sparks' comes on and takes me away. I could daydream all day in my room. My view is gorgeous, perfectly chosen. The rain and smooth, mellow sounds make me a little lonely. I realize I havent seen my family in ages. I am surrounded by a large number of friends even though school hasnt started, but I still miss my family.

Seven years ago, I would never have imagined myself where I am now. I hated my family, the world, and never suspected that I'd have ended up here, at WWC. From that to this. It's funny how things turn out... and how others dont. Going to Southern for a year. How did I even end up there? I haven't a clue.

My room is missing plants. I'm thinking about getting some dirt from a flowerbed outside, putting it in my empty little russian flowerpot. As far as buying a plant, I am not going to buy one. There's plenty already here in the dorm. I'll steal half a plant that's ready to be repotted, and put it in my room. I hope I have a green thumb still. I was quite the little gardener as a child.

I have early memories of playing in a garden while we still lived in Germany. We had pumpkin plants and pumpkin pie eventually. My dad is kind of a hippie. He has a green thumb and he used to find vacant lots around town and start his own gardens there. I used to think it was a bad idea and get embarassed. We had no gardening space back then, and it was a great idea. I kind of want to do that here in Walla Walla if I end up staying here next summer. Living in the dorm, I have no gardening space and it seems like a relaxing hobby. Who knows. I can make College Place a greener place!

We'll see if it actually happens.

ciao.