CHAPTER ONE
Dear Diary,
I think that is what I am supposed to write, right? I've never actually kept a diary before. Well, anyway, today I decided to take a day off from friends and work, and go to a place where I can feel comfortable, some place where I can relax. So, I traveled North to my Grandfather's cabin. It is in the middle of the woods, so i doubt anyone will find me up here. That means no one calling me into work, no one trying to get me to hang out at a bar, no anything. However, I relaxed for about 5 minutes and couldn't take it! Who new relaxing could be so tough! So, I decided to explore the old cabin. One of the things I found was this journal. It was in an old guest room, with no name and the pages were empty, and sense my grandfather had passed away years ago, I figured he wouldn't mind if I wrote in it. So, I will probably be writing in this the whole time I am up here, because there is nothing better to do. I'm sure there won't be anything very interesting to write, but it's something to do anyway. This house is actually quite amazing. The walls look much bigger from the outside, but from the inside the walls are colored in a gold and brown, while the outside is covered in vines, so you can't really tell. There is old furniture everywhere you turn, some of it old and ragged, while others are beautifully furnished, almost like if you sat in it, you would be transported into another world in a second. But I suppose that is silly.
I have an idea for something to do. I think Tomorrow I will start to work on a garden in the front yard. The yard is nothing but weeds, but not those ugly thorny weeds, they are actually kind of pretty. All shades of green, some brown, some golden. Almost like they were once beautiful flowers and plants, were harshally transformed into something ugly, but are still fighting for their beauty. I may keep some of them in the garden. There I go again with my silly imagaination. Sometimes I surprise myself with it! Anyway, I figure keeping a garden will give me plenty to do. I just won't tell Melanie, my best friend, that I am doing this, sense she would be mad. She was the one who made me come up here for some relaxation. But what does she want me to do? lay around all day and get fat? I don't think so. Well, it is pretty late now, so I'll go to bed and write more tomorrow, after I start on that garden.
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