I leave tomorrow to go to the Bahamas. I am so excited. I am going to be useless during class. After lunch I am out of there. For a week it's nothing but sun and friends. I can not wait!

I was talking to Mum today whilst packing. She was asking me about where I felt like home was. It really got me thinking. What is home? Where is my home? Over just the past 3 years I have lived in three very different places, but which do I call home.

Strangely enough I feel like Freeport, Grand Bahama is home. I understand that may sound weird to many, speaking I was only there for two years and I know longer live there. But Freeport had the biggest impact on me. I guess I don't define home as where you currently live, but where your heart is.

I will admit, I wasn't in the best place before I went to Freeport, but I learnt a lot there. I feel like I really came into myself whilst I was there. It's rather ironic, speaking I hate beaches and sun, but the islands made me who I am today. Some of the people I met down there made such an impact on me. I don't think distance really makes a difference. Home is where the heart is, and I seem to have left mine on the beach.

New Paths?

So life just threw a whole new adventure at me. No idea where this one might lead me. I am tempted to try it out. I guess time will tell.

Relaxing Sundays

What is a better way to relax than listening to bad punk music? Also looking at pictures of The Bahamas, just causally depressing myself. Luckily I will be there in a short 5 days. Friday at noon I get out of sociology and head to the airport. Mum, Jody Robinson and I will be on our way to Freeport, Grand Bahama. We'll be spending a few days there. I can't wait to see all my friends again. I oddly miss Freeport. We only lived there for a couple of years, but it will always hold a spot in my heart as home.

             From a young age we teach our children to be ashamed of themselves. We teach the younger generation to be ashamed of their: bodies, looks, skin color, heritage, culture, personality, everything. We teach shame, but no one seems to teach them how to love themselves. Its sad. I have decided that I am fed up with it. From this day on I am going to work my hardest at loving who I am, quirks, faults and imperfections too. This is a new beginning for me.

Open house

Off to York College for an open house this morning. It's the first college I got accepted to. They also awarded me the Dean's scholarship for academics. So of I happen to go there it'll be for Professional writing and anthropology. 

Still waiting for messiah's acceptance letter though. 

Not much has been going on. Been drawing like a fiend though.