Good morning world.

I am sitting in my father's hospital room and thought I would update. ( I say that vainly, assuming people think this is worth reading) My dad fell at work about 2 weeks ago ( He works at the Georgetown Steel Mill) and cracked a couple of ribs. He was doing ok, without any major problems but then he started to swell up a whole lot. So, after a few days of being obstinate (typical) and refusing to go see the doctor, he decided on the 3rd that he would have to go do something about it either that night or that morning. They checked him into the Georgetown hospital and they told him it was his heart and he would have to have a catheterization done on his heart to see if they need to put another stint in (he already has 2) or something else. So, after a couple of days there, they sent him over to Charleston and he has been here for three days. He had his catheterization done yesterday, they went up through his leg and looked at his heart. But, they said that they didnt see anything except thinning arteries due to his diabetes. And so on and so forth. This is a lot longer than I thought. Anyway, he is fine, and we are hoping he can go home soon. (he will probably have to stay over the weekend though)
So that is what is going on in my life right now, may it soon be over.

Goodbye world.

Birthdays

Today is my last day of being a teenager.

Almost every year I cry on my birthday. Not because I feel like I am getting old, or I am afraid of change, but because I always look back on the things I have done or the person I once was and realize that I can never go back. I know it sounds absolutely petty and childish, but I have always hated losing the "old me." I am do not fear change, in fact I embrace it. But I know that I can never be the 13 year old girl, awkward, tall and friendless, or the 15 year old girl busy with music and church, always wrongly judging her older sister and being a listener for her mom. I also can never go back to the confident 17 year old that knows exactly what she wants out of life and is on the path to achieve it. I know that it is simply part of life to move on and to leave things behind, yet, I wish I could instead move on and take it all with me.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

By Robert Frost