May 22, 2006
I'm starting a diary, this being one of the most hectic times I've weathered. First, my background.
I am Scottish and Finnish in heritage. As my mom often said, "The maps of Scotland and Finland are written all over your face." I got a lot of my attitude, demeanor, and out-look on life from my Finnish ancestors. Although other people might call "sisu" (the stubbornness and determined attitude of the Finns) a curse, I treasured it. Sisu got me through my hard times, some places where nothing else would.
I grew up in the Army lifestyle, my dad being a JAG officer. My mum stayed at home with us. I was born on Fort Polk, Louisiana. My little brother was born two and a half years after me, in the Republic of Panama. After that, we moved to Virginia, Kentucky, Alabama, and Georgia, respectively. Throughout that time, I suffered several injuries, mainly at the hands of my younger brother. In Georgia, my problems began. I flourished in middle and high school socially, but it seems as though that did nothing for my family life. My mother constantly threatened to send me away and take in a poor, needy child, my brother haunted me day and night, and my dad seemed not to know the word "sympathetic."
Finally, my mother became just infuriated enough that she fulfilled her threats. She bought me a ticket to Scotland, to go live with my dear, older friend, Kathryn, who is 28. I'm happy enough here, 17 years old, sitting next to my two suitcases, writing on my new bed, in my own bedroom in Kathryn's flat. I'm meant to go to her old high school. It should be splendid, but I just hope I fit in. I'm a perfectionistic free-spirit with 2 inch long red hair and quite an attitude to boot. I can only hope for the best: that Scotland is ready for Sydney.
That's it for now. So, here continues my life, the rest of my life.
May 30, 2006
I went to my first day of school today. Kathryn's old high school is better than anything I could have expected: wonderful classes, intelligent people, Scots! I'm going to fit in perfectly I have a feeling. Amazingly enough, I'm not missing the US or any of my family or friends unbearably much. I'm forgetting my old life and adopting a new one. I have a new place to start over, new people to meet, a new life to live. I've never felt better. I have a feeling that this is a new beginning to everything!
June 1, 2006
I met the most wonderful guy today at school! His name is Peter Morrison and he is completely cute. Peter's got the most angular features I've ever seen on any guy, pale skin, long shaggy brown hair that comes almost down to his chin, and the cutest accent ever! He's from near Glasgow originally, from what he's told me. We're in all the same classes together. Today, he came up to me at lunch and asked if he could sit next to me. I had noticed him before, but never thought of approaching him for a friendship, but he seems comfortable doing almost anything around me, like he knows that we're supposed to be friends or something and nothing can stop that.
Peter's just so casual. He makes me feels as though I've known him for my entire life. I'm so glad to have found him because I've been sort of shy, not really going around to people and introducing myself. He just seems like the right guy. He doesn't seem to have a best friend, but he connects with a lot of the groups at our school, in fact, almost all. I'm hoping I can prove myself to him and maybe even become really close to him. We've already clicked and I can see that we're going to have a great time.
June 21, 2006
I've known Peter for 20 days now, but we're best friends and the closest pair you've ever seen. We can finish each other's sentences, tell what the other is thinking, and you can't separate us. We don't really hang out with other people; we just tend to have more fun alone. And when other people are around, they tend to back away with horrified looks on their faces before five minutes are up. It's hilarious! I think Peter and I are right for each other.
September 13, 2006
Peter told me today that he would give me five years to get married. After that, I'm his. He's so kind to me that I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with him. We're perfect. People ask us already when the wedding is, but the odd thing was that there was no transition from best friends to more. I guess it was always there, the possibility for more. We just seem right for each other; it feels right, everything does. I guess this is what I was born for. When I look back, leaving was the best decision I've ever made in my life, not that it was really my decision at all. It was meant to be. I'm just glad it's working out as well as this. Now that I'm here, I wouldn't rather be anywhere.
July 4, 2008
On America's Independence Day, I've decided to make my own. I'm moving out of Kathryn's flat, having already finished high school. Peter and I are moving away together. We're going to Lincoln, England, as both of us are going to attend University of Lincoln as of this new school year. Both Peter and I are studying to be ornithologists. We're getting apartments directly across from the "Holy Virgin Mary Cathedral" in Lincoln's historic section. Peter and I even have connecting flats! Only more fun can await us, as far as I'm concerned.
It was awful to say goodbye to Kathryn after all she had done for me and how even closer we had grown, but I promised to see her on free weekends, along with Peter. She loves Peter and I couldn't be happier because her approving makes it feel even more right. Everything is so splendid. I can see my life beginning, unfolding in front of me and it's not frightening because I have someone by my side, someone I know that will always be there.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As I flipped through my diary, lying on my bed in my Lincoln flat, with the warm, cozy aroma and splattering sounds of Peter's cooking wafting down the hallway, I reminisced happily. My best decisions. I was making it in the world. I had finished two years of University, along with Peter, and we were still having the time of our lives. Everything felt right; nothing could happen to ruin it, nothing.
I'm starting a diary, this being one of the most hectic times I've weathered. First, my background.
I am Scottish and Finnish in heritage. As my mom often said, "The maps of Scotland and Finland are written all over your face." I got a lot of my attitude, demeanor, and out-look on life from my Finnish ancestors. Although other people might call "sisu" (the stubbornness and determined attitude of the Finns) a curse, I treasured it. Sisu got me through my hard times, some places where nothing else would.
I grew up in the Army lifestyle, my dad being a JAG officer. My mum stayed at home with us. I was born on Fort Polk, Louisiana. My little brother was born two and a half years after me, in the Republic of Panama. After that, we moved to Virginia, Kentucky, Alabama, and Georgia, respectively. Throughout that time, I suffered several injuries, mainly at the hands of my younger brother. In Georgia, my problems began. I flourished in middle and high school socially, but it seems as though that did nothing for my family life. My mother constantly threatened to send me away and take in a poor, needy child, my brother haunted me day and night, and my dad seemed not to know the word "sympathetic."
Finally, my mother became just infuriated enough that she fulfilled her threats. She bought me a ticket to Scotland, to go live with my dear, older friend, Kathryn, who is 28. I'm happy enough here, 17 years old, sitting next to my two suitcases, writing on my new bed, in my own bedroom in Kathryn's flat. I'm meant to go to her old high school. It should be splendid, but I just hope I fit in. I'm a perfectionistic free-spirit with 2 inch long red hair and quite an attitude to boot. I can only hope for the best: that Scotland is ready for Sydney.
That's it for now. So, here continues my life, the rest of my life.
May 30, 2006
I went to my first day of school today. Kathryn's old high school is better than anything I could have expected: wonderful classes, intelligent people, Scots! I'm going to fit in perfectly I have a feeling. Amazingly enough, I'm not missing the US or any of my family or friends unbearably much. I'm forgetting my old life and adopting a new one. I have a new place to start over, new people to meet, a new life to live. I've never felt better. I have a feeling that this is a new beginning to everything!
June 1, 2006
I met the most wonderful guy today at school! His name is Peter Morrison and he is completely cute. Peter's got the most angular features I've ever seen on any guy, pale skin, long shaggy brown hair that comes almost down to his chin, and the cutest accent ever! He's from near Glasgow originally, from what he's told me. We're in all the same classes together. Today, he came up to me at lunch and asked if he could sit next to me. I had noticed him before, but never thought of approaching him for a friendship, but he seems comfortable doing almost anything around me, like he knows that we're supposed to be friends or something and nothing can stop that.
Peter's just so casual. He makes me feels as though I've known him for my entire life. I'm so glad to have found him because I've been sort of shy, not really going around to people and introducing myself. He just seems like the right guy. He doesn't seem to have a best friend, but he connects with a lot of the groups at our school, in fact, almost all. I'm hoping I can prove myself to him and maybe even become really close to him. We've already clicked and I can see that we're going to have a great time.
June 21, 2006
I've known Peter for 20 days now, but we're best friends and the closest pair you've ever seen. We can finish each other's sentences, tell what the other is thinking, and you can't separate us. We don't really hang out with other people; we just tend to have more fun alone. And when other people are around, they tend to back away with horrified looks on their faces before five minutes are up. It's hilarious! I think Peter and I are right for each other.
September 13, 2006
Peter told me today that he would give me five years to get married. After that, I'm his. He's so kind to me that I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with him. We're perfect. People ask us already when the wedding is, but the odd thing was that there was no transition from best friends to more. I guess it was always there, the possibility for more. We just seem right for each other; it feels right, everything does. I guess this is what I was born for. When I look back, leaving was the best decision I've ever made in my life, not that it was really my decision at all. It was meant to be. I'm just glad it's working out as well as this. Now that I'm here, I wouldn't rather be anywhere.
July 4, 2008
On America's Independence Day, I've decided to make my own. I'm moving out of Kathryn's flat, having already finished high school. Peter and I are moving away together. We're going to Lincoln, England, as both of us are going to attend University of Lincoln as of this new school year. Both Peter and I are studying to be ornithologists. We're getting apartments directly across from the "Holy Virgin Mary Cathedral" in Lincoln's historic section. Peter and I even have connecting flats! Only more fun can await us, as far as I'm concerned.
It was awful to say goodbye to Kathryn after all she had done for me and how even closer we had grown, but I promised to see her on free weekends, along with Peter. She loves Peter and I couldn't be happier because her approving makes it feel even more right. Everything is so splendid. I can see my life beginning, unfolding in front of me and it's not frightening because I have someone by my side, someone I know that will always be there.
~*~*~*~*~*~
As I flipped through my diary, lying on my bed in my Lincoln flat, with the warm, cozy aroma and splattering sounds of Peter's cooking wafting down the hallway, I reminisced happily. My best decisions. I was making it in the world. I had finished two years of University, along with Peter, and we were still having the time of our lives. Everything felt right; nothing could happen to ruin it, nothing.