Entry Four: September 14, 2011
It’s been...twelve days? Since I last wrote, I mean.
This entry will be brief like the last one. I’m sitting in our new home. Another apartment, this time smaller. I’m sitting on an old loveseat we bought at a yardsale down the street, curled up with this journal in my lap. We still don’t have any electricity, and it’s getting colder by the minute.
But I guess it’s okay.
The leaves are starting to change colors. It’s almost as if fall suddenly decided to barge into the world, painting all the trees red, orange and yellow. And the air is crisper, so I’m glad I brought my jacket. I really don’t know what to write about. My life hasn’t seemed to be of any importance lately.
I want it to be though.
YOU ARE READING
Fall
RomanceThis isn't a typical love story. I didn't meet some boy and fall in love at first sight. In fact, I didn't fall in love with a boy at all. Or a girl. Not even a house plant. My name is Thalia Walker, and I fell in love with the world.
