Giving brief thanks to my roomie who let me use her labtop. You know who you are. :)
I've been asking these questions to myself for the past two days.
I've been staying here in San Antonio for a short trip out of school. & from this location of where I've seen since the past 5 years, it's taught something I never knew before.
Like, say you were me in San Antonio 5 years ago.
I was a lot more quieter, probably a tad bit awkward, had knowledge of being pretty familiar with the place, but extremely intrigued with its view and long lost history. I was into the Alamo, the famous river walk boat tour, the historical figure statues as you walked by it, and worst of all......I was nuts over tourism stores. I'd always buy shirts and pens that say 'San Antonio' from their never-ending clearance sale, and I'd get postcards that have a picture of the Alamo and Texas flag. I don't know why I liked purchasing postcards; there was no one I could think of sending a postcard to. It was all because I thought that's what a 'tourist' does.
And here I am now.
Apparently, I am a 'boy (yup, I typed that correct) who has rabies, enjoys making porn, is in love with my roommate, and yet, my roommate wants to eat me.' (But of course, that statement is a total inside joke.)
After watching an IMAX cinema movie on the 'The Alamo: The Price on Freedom', I was like," Ohhhhhmygoshhhhhhh. Like I didn't know this before!" But it was good quality. & Santa Anna, although he was the bad guy, sorta looked dreamy with his white feather hat.
I was sorta relieved that we didn't do a river boat tour, because they always say the same things every time I hop inside, and I have to wait until the WHOLE tour is over so I can reunite with land. I despise tourist stores now. I don't know why, it just makes you stand out as being a FOB when going on vacation, you know? I like pulling off an impression saying,"I've always lived here" sorta vibe. But I DO admit, I bought one 'San Antonio' shirt there. It was a good price; don't hate.
Instead of being in full awe of the city's scenery, I was in awe of the people who I shared it with, my second family away from my very own.
I'm gonna say now, I had an EXTREME amount of fun, and I can't really go on and describe every single thing that happened. This blog post would take months for all the little details during the trip to actually make sense to people who didn't go. Sorry. I feel corny for saying this, but you just had to be there.
What I WILL go on and say is that San Antonio, a location that gave me no meaning, no significance, no vibe, & no memories sure do now.
So let me ask,"How?"
How can a place change my mind? How can a location that I've always known and briefly visited in my past give me new lessons learned from the past 4 days it welcomed me?
& if San Antonio can make change me, why can't Dawson High School change the way I am as well by the next 2 weeks?
Mmmmmmmm. Maybe it will next year.....
I am now considering.....if all else fails with my out-of-state college choices.....that I'll agree to go to college in San Antonio.
& for now, don't ask me if I'm happy to be back. I love you all, but how? How can I say I am when I had one of the best weekends ever?!
I can never look at the dog and octopus from the Wiggles the same way ever again, haha.
