The Hermit
One of the things I have given a lot of thought in my life is this. Once I graduate high school next year, just pack of my car with my most precious things, and clothes and just drive somewhere to some city, and settle there. Create a life there, and build there. I can achieve my goals anywhere, and the longer I stay in Atlanta the more I realize how fed up with things I am. I am content with where I am in life, but with all honesty I don't really know where I wanna go. I know I love business, and it's my passion, but I also just for a while wanna be somebody with no responsibility. I want to be someone who just works as a bartender, goes to college, and pays rent on an apartment. I don't want the responsibility of staying here in GA, tending to my brothers, being a house keeper, mowing the lawn, fixing dinner everynight, working, and going to college near home not being able to be who I am. The restraints of this lifestlye just don't appeal to me.
To truly suceed in what I want in life. I will have to be far from home, on my home, with no repsonsibility, not tied to anyone. I have chosen my city for my destination it's most likely going to be Miami. I'm tired from working 35 hours a week as a bus boy cleaning up tables, I am tired of having to babysit all the damn time, clean the house. I am tired of having to be Mr. Mom as my relatives joke when they come around. My social life we pretty non existant when I met Greg except for Cheerleading. Now more then ever I am ready to pack up and leave. My parents have known for years this day was coming. I have spoke of doing this for years, and now I'm ready. There is no need to stay in Atlanta, my allies are moving out west or up north. I have grown weary of the lie that I live, and I know once I tell my family anyway I will be a castaway sent out with nothing. Cut off from them for years, and I know this is my fate and I have come to except it.
I graduate December of 2006. I will leave January 1st, 2007. I have chosen Miami for a number of reasons. The major one is me being hispanic. I can speak the language, I know the customs, and it's where I fit in the best. Plus I love it there anyway, all the trips with my asshole drunk father there were the best memories I have with him. I've talked about it, now this plan of action is ready to be carried out. No longer will Atlanta, be my home. I can't stay here. So many bad memories I wish I could share with you but I can't. For reasons I wish you could not, but you simply can't know what it's like to expierience some of the things I have. Most of you never will, and this city is a haunting memory for me. Perhaps oneday when the time is right I will show you what has happened to my family, but for now I must remain a mystery.
To truly suceed in what I want in life. I will have to be far from home, on my home, with no repsonsibility, not tied to anyone. I have chosen my city for my destination it's most likely going to be Miami. I'm tired from working 35 hours a week as a bus boy cleaning up tables, I am tired of having to babysit all the damn time, clean the house. I am tired of having to be Mr. Mom as my relatives joke when they come around. My social life we pretty non existant when I met Greg except for Cheerleading. Now more then ever I am ready to pack up and leave. My parents have known for years this day was coming. I have spoke of doing this for years, and now I'm ready. There is no need to stay in Atlanta, my allies are moving out west or up north. I have grown weary of the lie that I live, and I know once I tell my family anyway I will be a castaway sent out with nothing. Cut off from them for years, and I know this is my fate and I have come to except it.
I graduate December of 2006. I will leave January 1st, 2007. I have chosen Miami for a number of reasons. The major one is me being hispanic. I can speak the language, I know the customs, and it's where I fit in the best. Plus I love it there anyway, all the trips with my asshole drunk father there were the best memories I have with him. I've talked about it, now this plan of action is ready to be carried out. No longer will Atlanta, be my home. I can't stay here. So many bad memories I wish I could share with you but I can't. For reasons I wish you could not, but you simply can't know what it's like to expierience some of the things I have. Most of you never will, and this city is a haunting memory for me. Perhaps oneday when the time is right I will show you what has happened to my family, but for now I must remain a mystery.
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