It's Memorial Day 2004. Whoopty Doo. Seriously though. I'm excited about today, but a little sad too because tomorrow morning at 6am central (therefore 7am eastern) I will be flying back to Atlanta. I had to drive myself and park my car at the airport, so hopefully I can get my dad to pay for it, but we'll see. Last night dad promised me that we'd go to the Garden district of New Orleans and some other places to look at the big southern plantation style homes that I love. I think that will be fun. I have to remember to ask him for his camera as well, because I forgot it when I was here in December. This is so weird because just when I get used to being here, it's time for me to leave and go back home. I think my hopes of my sister going to college somewhere in Georgia are crushed. I don't even think she's leaving Louisiana. It's ok though. I'm not going to mention it anymore except for anything short of sending her an application but I'm not going to beg her. I know how important it is to feel like college decision is your own and I want her to attend where she will be happy. That's not going to stop me from sending her UGA and Emory stuff in the mail though. :o) Speaking of siblings, I saw my long lost brother Carlos today. That was interesting. It was just very awkward. Maybe I expected a little more affection than I got or maybe more conversation. I tried to hold conversation with him. I was asking about his life and stuff. When he first got there he was asking me why I was looking at him and I was like because I haven't seen you in over TEN years. I mean what the heck?! He looks just like my dad. He's tall and skinny with the same peanut head and matching nose. I really wish my sister hadn't had to work today so that we could have stayed at my grandmother's house a little bit longer so that I could have visited and talked with my brother more. I just have the feeling that I will be married with children before I see him again. That really sucks. I guess you could say I'm almost a little mad at my sister for insisting on working instead of us staying at my grandmother's house longer. I can't blame her though, but I don't think she understands the situation. Me and Carlos go way back and he remembers me from when he was growing up and seeing him today was like a missing piece of my past and of who I am. My visits to New Orleans have that same affect on me like a live history book or photo album. Maybe someone will give a tour one day: "Crystal was born in this very hospital on March 2 in 1984..." Something like that. I have always had this urge to be reacquainted with the city. I can't help but feel like there are a lot of puzzle pieces missing in my background. Where am I from? I don't know. I can say New Orleans, but can I really claim it. I'm a Georgia girl now but I can't deny my Louisiana heritage and roots. Oh well, the rest of the contents of this journal are private so I'll stop there.
Posted on 5.31.2004 at 2:25 PM
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