Letters of a Misplaced Buckeye

Rascal Flatts. I figured a song about goodbyes was fitting since this is my last post. I guess now I should start wrapping up this blog. Not only is it due soon, but I also have nothing more to say after this post. I have talked about all the major events in my life except for the update of where I am now. I started dating this amazing man about 8 months ago. Officially, we've been together almost 7 months. However, we got engaged in December. December 19th to be exact. Trust me, I know how crazy that sounds. This is when adults cue in to tell me how crazy I am, and how I am being a child. I'm too young to know what love is. Here is the thing, I love him more than I have loved anyone. His name is Evan. He is everything I have ever looked for in a husband. I see him and I just about cream myself. He's kind, smart, caring, and his love is totally pure. I don't know what I would do without him. Because of Evan, I have the other love of my life: my dog, Ponderosa. On one...

I have been writing these posts as an assignment for an English class. I know. How crazy must I be to WILLINGLY allow a professor read my deepest, darkest secrets in the depth of my life. Well, you may be right. However, I don't care anymore. I don't care who knows anymore. It's my life. It's who I am. Anyway, for the assignment, I decided to write this blog about my life in the voice of Ida/Dora from the book Dora: A Headcase.  Well, this post is for her. Dora, You know, talking like you is a lot harder than it seems. You're rude and cruel, and you make everything into an immature, usually sexual, game. That's just it: you're immature. You're a young teenager who acts like a young teenager. A damaged one, one that has been through a lot, but still. I am a 21 year old woman. I was in your place once. I was younger than you, for sure, but I was damaged once. The thing is, I never had the mind to make the mundane into a sexual situation. See, I didn...

Justin Moore. It's a good song. You should listen and you'll understand it's relevance a little later in the post. I hope you've realized by now that I may or may not be telling you everything. I know, shocking. Someone can withhold the truth on a blog? Let's just say this blog is more than I have told most people in my life. Yes, you may not get all of the information, especially since I have a keen eye for keeping the topic within the depressing part of my life. However, that is up to me. You have no say in what you hear or what you don't. You also continue to read despite that fact. So, by all means, continue. There isn't a whole lot left for me to tell you at this point. Perhaps, I can begin with my...unconventional title of this collaboration of the bullshit I call my life. When I was 15, I moved from my lifelong home in Powell, Ohio. I left a majority of my family, all of my friends, and every part of this country I actually knew. I had to pick up an...