Dear Bethany,
Well, I have been here for a little under four days now and I don’t really like it at all. I wish that you were already here. I will list the things that are bugging me today:
- My mom won’t let me drive
- I don’t have anywhere to live
- I don’t have a promised moped
- I can’t find a job because I don’t know where I am going to live
- College is far away
- No friends live close by
- you still won’t be here for a week
- My grandparents house is very boring
- I am getting cabin fever
- My cousins have school until the 17th
- I only have $13
- My GPA is 2.937, not 3.000
- It’s cold
- I miss you terribly
It just isn’t the same having hardships without you. They are harder. I feel like it doesn’t really matter as long as you are around. At least I will be able to call you in Chicago, and write. Right now I can hardly do either.
There are a few possibilities for living situations: I could rent a room in N8’s house, I could room with J. Pridmore, closer to FJC, or Dave, N8 and I could rent our own place, or I could live with Mom and Dad, which, in my mind is not an option.
My mom tends to think that somone needs to teach me how to drive here. When I told her that I had learned to drive virtually on my own, she insisted that she had sat in the car and coached me several times. I think that I would remember. I would not say so if it was not true. I have done the book-work for US Drivers Ed., I know the rules. This is starting to feel the same way it did when I was here before.
I hate living in someone else’s house.
I am sorry. I am formulating a bad attitude. I only wish you were here.
Weren’t I a stinker 13.5 years ago?
Hey, you were only 17, and facing a boatload of change! You navigated it all pretty well, all things considered!
I love the sentiment of the letter: I love you so much, everything stinks even more when you’re not here. Thanks for sharing!
Yup, sounds about right! Must have been a difficult summer, poor guy!
(I did take you driving round and round the streets of Gingoog, making helpful and what I considered to be instructional comments and suggestions which may or may not have been recieved as such… You and Arturo were both learning to drive, and I took you both to get license the same day)
Yeah, I do remember doing that driving. Sorry. Like I said, I was a stinker. Oh, and Grandma and Grandpa’s place is a haven of roots now. Boredom says more about the person than the place or company in which he finds himself.