Plans for Life and Pictures of Trees, Mostly

  I took a walk the other day, out into a field so I could take pictures. It's a place I grew up. I climbed the trees as a kid and made forts deep in the woods. I pretended to be an indian, a pirate, a princess, a superhero. It was my Neverland.  Long summer days were spent out there, playing until I had to come inside, only to convince my parents to give me twenty more minutes please. I was walking around snapping pictures in the evening light, remembering the tree that has long been cut down, the swing that was removed, the forest that holds no more mystery. When I was a kid I was determined to find another Narnia, I thought if I just went far enough into the woods I would come out in some magical land.
  The difference between my Neverland and Peter Pan's is that I grew up and things changed. It isn't the place I grew up anymore, it's not the same and I'm not the same. But I wanted some pictures before it changes anymore.
The only thing I have left from my Neverland is a few faded dreams and a lot of writing ideas. I've kept these for a while because they remind me what I used to see- mermaids in the water, giants in the hills, dryads in the forest. And even though I can't really see them anymore I still remember what they looked like.
  Maybe I've been so reminiscent lately because I've really been planning my almost eminent future. I get the most nostalgic when I'm making big changes in my life. Today I sent in a letter to a collage saying I was coming next fall. I've already taking two gap years and so I've decided that I think it's time for something new. I'll be traveling around for the next few months before I say for sure, but I'm starting to get excited. And today I found out some really good news- the college I am planning to go to allows you to have a coffee pot in your dorm. *lets out a sigh of relief*
I'm about to head back to my travels and I'm excited to see what places I find, what coffee I discover.
I got some pictures developed a few days ago that showed a coffee shop I have yet to talk about. It was called Common Grounds and it was found in a little town in North Caroline called Apex. The feel was comfy and they made great Cafè Au Laits. I loved it. You wouldn't think it from the pictures but it felt sort of dark and subtle. I hope to go back someday.

       So, too conclude this random post: Here is a collection of pictures from where I grew up. Even though it's not as mysterious as it used to be for me, it still holds some treasures, I think.