I have entered my last weekend in America. Come very early Monday morning (as in 3:30am), I will wake up at drive down to Denver International Airport with my parents. These final few hours in town are now a fun mixture of final preparations and goodbyes. I’ve already said goodbye to all my friends. I’m hoping to watch a couple movies with my parents this weekend. “The Impossible” and “Zero Dark Thirty.” Other than that, I am working my way through the final ten items on my to-do list. I hope to finish with time to spare so I can relax a little on Sunday and get to bed early.
I am going to continue uploading a mixture of old writing and new writing in the months to come. By the end of 2013, this website should be a good archieve of all my writing. For today, I have one of the first prose pieces I ever wrote. I was fourteen years old. I knew I was experiencing weird changes, but I still thought I was unique and–to be honest–superior. This piece is fascinating for me to read, but it’s tone is strange to me. Let me know what you think.
I wrote a lot today. I’m not one for giving gifts. I just can’t bring myself to buy things–even if it is for other people. So I write personal letters. I ended up writing four this morning. I only have three left to write. I’m going to do my best to write them tonight; I like the idea of resting during Christmas Eve and Christmas. It’s starting to feel a lot like Christmas.
I’m watching the Broncos kick butt right now. This will be their 10th win in a row. I am going to miss watching them when I am in Morocco. I mean, the game is fun. But it’s a great way to spend time with my father. I will definitely miss that. Well, 22 days to go until I leave. I’m trying to cross at least three items off my to-do list today. Today it went from 41 to 37. I need to keep it up.
My family and I went to the Rockies Game last night. I wanted to go to one last game before the Peace Corps. My family was more excited about the fireworks after the game. In the end, so was I. We lost the game…15-5. It was quite a terrible experience. But the fireworks after the game were amazing as always. This is one of the worst seasons we’ve had in a while. Now, with the end of the baseball season upon us, I have to find a team to root for…while I continue to root against the Yankees.
To go with the theme of baseball, I decided to share one of my best memories at Coors Field in Denver. This is a memory I haven’t shared until yesterday. It is a memory that I cherish…and I hope you do to. Enjoy!
I should be landing in New York in about 24 hours. It is the start of a very long month. I can’t wait to be in Connecticut with my family and celebrating my grandmother’s 80th birthday. I’m so lucky to have the ability to go see my family at least once a year even though they live so far away. It looks like this time almost the entire extended family will be there–from Florida, Colorado, and D.C. I can’t wait.
I am going to try to continue giving you guy at least one update a day while I am away. I feel like I am straddling a thin line when it comes to internet addiction, so I am going to be careful. If I disappear for a day or two, it is for my own sanity. I know most writers go insane eventually…but I would prefer for that not to happen until I am at least 30. Until next time, here is a new Memory for the 50-Day Memory Challenge.