Happiness, Houses, Not Cutting Grass, And So Forth
John was about to go home. We were talking, just talking.
"Where are we gonna live?" I asked him quietly. "Once high school's over?"
"Maybe the house in Hancock," he answered. His mom was talking about moving to Greece, I think, so her house was a possibility.
"What about Alaska?" I asked. We had been talking about living there.
"I've been having second thoughts about that," he said.
"How come?"
"I don't know. I want to be somewhere I would be able to get the band together and start touring and stuff. It might be better if we stayed closer to home."
"I don't know, though," he continiued. "About Hancock."
I looked at him. "Why not?"
"I don't want to cut the grass." There was a lot of grass at his mother's house.
"Then don't."
He laughed. "Yeah, we'll just let it keep growing until it's six feet tall."
"I don't understand anything about growing grass... people grow it, and then they cut it... they cut it down... what a silly thing to do..."
I hadn't even thought about asking John if any colleges were around his mom's house. I want to go to college and get some sort of degree in writing.
I will, though. And John will get the band together. And we'll have a house.
And maybe my writing career won't work out, and maybe John's band won't take off, and maybe we'll be super poor. But I can look at something like that and still envision myself as being happy. Because I'll have him. We just need to plan for those things, but we have plenty of time. We'll be able to work out back up plans.
And, for now, we'll be someone formerly known as The Mowhawk Boy and someone else called Diary of a Ghost. And I'm happy with that.
"Where are we gonna live?" I asked him quietly. "Once high school's over?"
"Maybe the house in Hancock," he answered. His mom was talking about moving to Greece, I think, so her house was a possibility.
"What about Alaska?" I asked. We had been talking about living there.
"I've been having second thoughts about that," he said.
"How come?"
"I don't know. I want to be somewhere I would be able to get the band together and start touring and stuff. It might be better if we stayed closer to home."
"I don't know, though," he continiued. "About Hancock."
I looked at him. "Why not?"
"I don't want to cut the grass." There was a lot of grass at his mother's house.
"Then don't."
He laughed. "Yeah, we'll just let it keep growing until it's six feet tall."
"I don't understand anything about growing grass... people grow it, and then they cut it... they cut it down... what a silly thing to do..."
I hadn't even thought about asking John if any colleges were around his mom's house. I want to go to college and get some sort of degree in writing.
I will, though. And John will get the band together. And we'll have a house.
And maybe my writing career won't work out, and maybe John's band won't take off, and maybe we'll be super poor. But I can look at something like that and still envision myself as being happy. Because I'll have him. We just need to plan for those things, but we have plenty of time. We'll be able to work out back up plans.
And, for now, we'll be someone formerly known as The Mowhawk Boy and someone else called Diary of a Ghost. And I'm happy with that.
posted by Diary of a Ghost at 3:27 PM
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I remember I once read a book called....dang it, I have no idea what it's called....
Uh, anyway, the book. It's one of my favorites, and it's about this couple, living in Brooklyn, in about the 1920's.
And, they work dead-end jobs. And life sucks. But the point of the story is that they were in love. Any they were happier then the people who had more money, but were married to people they didn't love.
I often think of my future, and lately, it has seemed a lot more certain then usual. My vision includes Tyler, with me. And I'm working as a therapist, not making much, but enough to pay for the things that count. And I'm happy. I don't want to be rich, (not saying I wouldn't like that), and I don't want to live in a huge house. Maybe a kid, I don't know. That would be nice...
Now I'm just talking about myself, and now I'm really lost in my own thoughts.
I hope you and John-boy go far. That would be indeed, wonderful.
*Still is lost in thoughts* I love Tyler. I love him so much.
Garsh, I'm just rambling...
Kisses to all,
^_^
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