Thursday, August 18, 2005
Today Pete's leaving, the worst part is I have a ticket too but no way to get home from England if I go. Its like torture, a part of me just wants to hop on the plane and not think about anything else. But the other part of me knows I have to stay here, get this place cleaned up, get ready for school, and finish my last year. The little things make me miss my mom the most, a pair of her gardening shoes on the steps of an apartment at the motel, the back porch where she use to spend most of her time. Its getting easier every day, but it still hurts like hell. I might go to her niche later today just to spend some time thinking about her. I just wish I got to say goodbye.