Leaving. Sometimes, I
find it hard to leave a joyful place, scene, friend, book, and go back into the
repetitive world of daily routines. Like
when I was twelve and thought I would never leave Disneyland once I got
there. The constant excitement, joy, and
happiness was overwhelming until it was time to go home and reality set
in. In the car on the two-hour trip
home, I would plan out the rest of my summer.
I would take all the requested babysitting jobs, do extra chores around
the house, help Mom with the laundry, and save all my money to buy E tickets,
so I could stay longer the next time we went to Disneyland.
fickle moon
the coming and going
of happiness
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