Dear Mom,
Felt like doing some poem writing. Packing has made me so nostalgic. The twirling of the hair thing is what made me want to write this. I will always remember when we were talking about freshman orientation, and you pointed out that you knew I was nervous because I twirled my hair while I walked up to the gym. Reason number 32985480 you know me so well.
Brand new shoes.
straightened my hair, to look extra nice
Tons of perfume
Nervousness
I snap at you because I'm so out of it
The car ride seems forever
We get to the gym.
Freshman orientation.
What am I getting myself into?
I get out of the car,
twirling my hair, my signature nervousness tweak,
And walk away from my past, and look forward to the future
High school.
It's really here.
The start of something new, a whole new world.
Four years, or four seconds.
Filled with memories, tears
It's like one big flash
Now I'm in my college dorm,
packing up, one year down
This is unreal.
I'm not that baby freshman walking to old gym
But I don't feel any older
Can time please stop
If I could show five years ago me what life turned out like
she would have screamed
Things have changed so much
No regrets.
So cliche, but I mean it.
Life has thrown its curveballs, but I survived them all
So freshman me,
How did I turn out?
Am I all that you wanted me to be?
Love your babydoll,
Tessy Loo Loo
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