Virginia

I have never been so exhausted in my entire life. Yesterday I was yanked out of bed at around 4:00 AM to drag my luggage to the van and embark on a stupid roadtrip to the middle of nowhere in Virginia, of all places. My little sister is on the ODP soccer team (Olympic Development Program) and she has a tournament here in this cold little town. I've had a lot of fun so far and I've had the hotel room to myself for a long time, which is nice for a change. So here I find myself on my laptop in this tiny hotel room. I'm alone and everything is nice and quiet. I have my guitar and a balcony to get fresh air...what more could I ask for? Oddly enough, I want to go home more than I've ever wanted to go home before. I've been here for almost two days and I'm already homesick. Maybe I just hate traveling with my parents. That's probably why the alone time feel so good. I love them to death, but maybe I just really need to get away from them. This is the time when I'm starting to be more independent, I think. I'm mature for a 17 year-old so maybe this is just what it feels like to be out of college and with your parents, but you can't afford to get your own place yet so you're stuck with them. I feel glued to them with that Gorilla Glue stuff that's sticky as hell and I'm struggling to get away from them. It's weird because I still need them, I mean I'm still a minor, not even out of highschool yet. I don't have my license yet or a job and I don't even know what I want to do with the rest of my life yet. Of course I can't go off on my own! I wish I could, I feel like I'm suffocating all the time and I just need to get away, far away where I can live the way I want to live and do what I want to do when I want to do it. I want to pack up my guitar and all my belongings and travel to someplace new, someplace where nobdy knows who I am, where I can start fresh. Maybe someday, but for now, I'm stuck in this hotel room.