Constantine, Where Are You From?
I’m from the hardworking mother and father, and their parents, my grandparents, who took moments out of their own lives to aid me in creating my own special experiences, which is something that takes a lot to dedicate yourself to doing
I’m from moving to three different houses by the time I started Kindergarten, from the first house I remember living in to the house that I have absolutely no memory of living in and the house that i continue to live in to this day
I’m from Wednesday nights at home, where anyone in the house is either sleeping or in a rom on the other end of the building, where there is barely any sound at all besides whatever might decide to be outside my window. It’s often the solitude I need to get me through the next day
I’m from books, lots and lots of books, with my desk light on as I struggle to find a comfortable position to sit in, and sometimes if I really like that book, I’ll be able to finish it in one day, and at times I’ll read at a slow pace if the book is really long, but the ultimate climax at the end is always worth it
I’m from all the different friends I had, some who only became friends after working on a global warming project with me, and from the friends who I lost, either it was because getting put in different classes or not getting along
I’m from that hard-working, packing up and moving, solitude on Wednesdays, large-book reading, friend-making and losing boy
Thats where I’m From