parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No One Ever Said It Would Be So Hard Listening To: The Scientist by Coldplay I was waiting for the train with my father, I told how much these 10 days would suck. I would have nothing to do at all and I would just sit on the couch and watch tv. He said for me to be optimistic. How to fuck could I have been optimistic about going to my mother house for 10 whole days? Finally the train screeched to a halt at the train station and I said my good-byes to my father and steped onto the train with that purple stripe, two buldging backpacks nagging at my back and a prayer asking god for me to let these ten days pass by like lightning. I always look out the window. I never close my eyes to try to rest. I just try to block my mind from getting into a big huge depression. I try to get distracted by somthing to get my mind away from the single most gut-wrentching thought: ten days up at my mothers. Ten whole days up there with no internet, only television and a phone. A while past and I reached newburyport. I stumbled out of the train and found a taxi for me. I always find one. I have done this train-taxi routine for so long it's like clockwork. A new taxi driver. This one a woman who didn't know how to get to my mothers. Even if she did, the trip with the taxi takes about a half-an-hour to get there. She finally got directions from the man on the other side of that static radio. The taxi was the same as all the other ones: the speedometer never moved, the radio is hardly working, and the driver smokes like there is no tomorrow. After paying the driver her tip. I left that taxi with my two bags and greeted my mother in dismay. I just wanted to sleep through those ten days. I wanted to blink and have those ten days be over with. It was late, I set up my bed on the black couch and woke up the next day by my mother on the phone, gossiping with her girlfriend. We had some snacks for the day. My mother does not have a car, so what I did was use my scooter to go to The Corner Store that was 2.1 miles away. After day five with my mom, I did nothing really but watch tv. We needed to finish up my mothers cleaning for the party we were going to have at my mothers house: my 27-year-old brother and my two uncles are coming up for the Fourth of July and have fun. I started working so much with my mom and we had so my conversations about life and what-not. As I worked with her, I started to have some fun. I walked now to The Corner Store, taking in all the senic parts of New Hampshire. After a while, I started getting used to staying with my Mom. We had so much fun. The Fourth came and the party started. It was a blast. We played a mean game of wiffle ball (I kicked their asses so hard) and shot some fireworks. Our neighbor was the one who was supplying to whole pond community with the towns fireworks. I stared up to the fireworks and I was hugging my mother and I thought in my head about what my father said to me nine days ago: Be optimistic and you'll have fun. He couldn't be more right. It was so hard for me to part with my mother. 1:29 p.m. - 07-05-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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