Is That Enough..Am I Enough?

I woke up the next morning thinking about my paper I was trying to finish.

I dreaded Sunday mornings with a passion. But it's so peaceful today.

The sound of me tapping on my keyboard keys sounded more like background music compared to the birds chirping constantly outside my window.

At one point I started paying more attention to the bird sounds and noticed I typed "chirping" twice under my thesis as I was revising it.

I managed to finish all my revisions before 10am and eventually turned in my assignment.

Can't believe they made Von go into work on his off day yesterday. So cruel.

I slapped down my laptop and took a breather.

I decided to go out today. Get some fresh air and do a little shopping and picture taking.

I held my purse towards me so it wouldn't swing and hit anyone as I'm passing by them.

I walked towards the the end of the duplex while watching my surroundings. My purse bounced back and forth from my right hip as I continued to walk forward. My polaroid hung low around my neck on a strap.

I looked back, wondering if I should turn around and go back inside to let them know that I left.

I left a note but is that enough? Should I have left a text too?

My eyes automatically looking at my balcony and then Greylar's balcony.

I haven't texted him this morning and neither has he.

I walked a mile from the apartment entrance and then stood by the bus stop.

I was going to take a few pictures with my polaroid so I decided not to take my car. It also felt really nice outside so I felt like walking. I need the exercise anyway.

Leaving the duplex reminded me of the time I Ieft the foster home with Von and got in trouble when we decided to come back.

The sound of the bus pulled me away from my thoughts and I looked up; realizing that I was looking down, I side-eye the wheels on the bus and looked up as it was coming my way.

I felt awkward looking at it from this distance because the people on the bus may be staring at me thinking that I'm staring at them so I looked the other way and back at the bus when it came to a stop in front of me.

As the split doors opened for me I greeted the driver and swiped my card at the terminal and glanced at the people who sat on the bus. Most of the seats were full and I was already feeling uncomfortable because now I had to sit next to someone.

I walked careful as the bus started to move, making me sway a little.

I sat next to an old lady.

"Hello" she spoke once I sat down and I greeted her back.

She was sitting by the window so I didn't glance that way too much even if I wanted to stare out the window.

In the foster home I wasn't the type to try to go play with the other kids because I must have been scared to talk to them. But they wanted to play with me for some reason even if I didn't try or didn't want to speak to them. As I grew into becoming a teen people surrounded me and it seemed like they actually cared about me. I felt less lonely.

The bus took me into town. It was a small town with the most beautiful aesthetic. The hanging farm light decor around certain buildings, along with the festivals, it made you want stay forever. It felt like home.

The town's square was a great way to meet interesting newcomers that vacation here, and people who come here every year knowing that Dave's [the guy who always wearing khaki shorts and slides every time I happen to see him] only going to barbecue 5 times within the year.

The greatest thing about this place though is the diversity and family-like experiences. I could go party with someone who comes to every festival we ever had and we would have been talking like we new each other for 10+ years.

There is a festival coming up and I want to invite Greylar. I'm nervous he might not want to go with me. So I keep hesitating to ask him every time I think about the festival.

I have to remember to bring my camera before the festival starts. I also just remembered I have one class to attend tomorrow.

I really don't feel like going to class. It's not even one of the classes I'm interested in nor is it an online class.

I spotted the stop I'll be getting off of coming up ahead. So to brace myself for the stop I held a firm grip on the seat as the bus shook on the bumpy road.

The bus finally comes to a complete stop and I stand up the same time the bus doors open.

I walked towards the exit and got off.

I see a couple of people walking along the sidewalks, some standing in line by a food truck, and a few engaging with each other.

Hmm...I came out here to take pictures but maybe I should wait until the festival when the farm lights are shining, people are dancing, and fireworks going off just so I could capture some beautiful moments.

I wonder what Greylar's up too.

I should probably text him. Hopefully he's not busy.

I walked into a store on the corner. Might as well get some new film form my camera before I end up running out.

I should also try to look for some more shirts while I'm out as well.

After walking up and down a section of the store they didn't have what I needed so I decided to leave.

Maybe I shouldn't text him. He probably won't even answer.

I bit at my fingernails but immediately stopped after realizing.

I really want to see the inside of the new restaurant that opened up two weeks ago. Talia said it was called Fates Lounge.

Some people thought it would be a coffee shop but we already have like two of those. There isn't a reason to build another one. I walked towards the entrance and grabbed the door handle so I could let myself in.

It's a bar and it definitely gave off a bar vibe. With the color schemes and music.

I walked in seeing a few older people here already.

I'm not here to drink but I could eat. It may not be a bad idea to work here.

Some of the waitresses that was standing by the door asked me if I was dining in or to-go.

I want to bring something back home so I won't be staying. When I gave her my answer she gestured to go to the counter where a guy was drying glasses with his back turned towards the register.

I walked towards the counter. The guy looked like he could be in his twenties, going off of height and body type and because I think they won't hire anyone under 20.

"Hii are you guys hiring?" I asked.

He kind of looks like Grey-..

The guy turned around after I was about to finish my thoughts.

"Oh it's youu."

I stared at him.

"Ohh sorry I thought you were someone I knew" he said without showing a hint of him being embarrassed for mistaking me for someone else.

You could hear the tiredness in his voice and see the small bags up under his eyes.

I thought he looked like Greylar from the back but I think it was just the hair.

"It's okay."

"Yes we are hiring if you want to fill out an application" he said sitting down the glass he was drying.

"Oh no I was just wondering." I'm not 20 yet so I can't work here anyway.

"Oh okay well you can always come back if you change your mind. Would you like to order?"

He leaned on the counter waiting for my answer.

"Yes I'll take 1 box of pizza please" I say making eye contact with him then looking around the room.