GOODBYE TO YOU!!!!!
GOODBYE TO EVERYTHING THAT I KNEW!
YOU WERE THE ONE I LOVED!
THE ONE THING THAT I TRIED TO HOLD ONTO!
I actually wasn’t belting out Michelle Branch lyrics when I finished my final shift last Sunday. But I wasn’t overly eager to walk to my car either. I carried a goodbye balloon out with me from my favorite person there, Khaddi, a fellow host.
During my growing up years, I had the urge to escape a school once I’d been there for a while–to move on from middle school to high school, for example. Not for freedom. But because of awkwardness with certain people, the feeling that I’d made myself into an idiot, rumors, my perception built up over time of their perceptions of me. There was stuff like that at the Bee, but surprisingly, there was no urge for escape. I just knew the issues could go away in the place where they had arisen as easily as they could anywhere else.
It’s weird–it was such a superficial experience in a way. It didn’t touch me very much. I look back at Prin and high school with a swelling heart. I look back at Applebee’s and know that the swelling heart I had there had nothing to do with Applebee’s.
I was thinking along these lines the other night when I’d had a hard day and I was staring up at the vent on my ceiling. I have always loved and appreciated this childhood home. I thought, “The way I love this house is the way I love, and that comes with me,” and I thought the same must apply to Applebee’s (at the time I was having some hesitation about leaving the Bee because I’d built up so much love). Basically, the fondness will keep coming because it’s mental–not Ron Weasley mental.
The fondness and the issues are mental.
Of all the things I believed in
I just want to get it over with
It made me to happy to see a lil blog!
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