Georgia;
From crushed velvet woven diaries felted in black ink - that she use to write in when her mind whirled with thoughts so concentrated that it was an impossibility to voice it aloud, to hand picked colourful wildflowers to of which she selected from a casual spring creek just yonder of the place she once called home, comes the story of enchanting mystery, and mystic tales about a little girl named Georgia.
Austin, Texas - often considered as the heart of the state - was also it's sole capital. Austin was the type of town that seemed to be asleep for most of the day and was filled with many quiet people who did nothing much but stayed inside or drove to work. It was a continuous, but very ordinary, town filled with nothing much to do - and not much to talk about. That is where my journey commenced. I was born in a small local hospital on the twenty-first of May, in 1987. There are very rare moments that I still recollect about Austin - being that I only lived there for approximately eighteen months. I remembered of precious flowers that use to grow freely about every which hill - that only made this town more of a mystery to me. I also remember the casual, serene picnics and walks my family would have along water creeks and parks in the area - at a time in my life where everything seemed to make sense.
When I was almost the age of two, my family moved to a nearby, and fairly larger town. San Antonio, Texas, is considered my hometown. That rich, and beautiful city filled up the majority of my life. The city had some of the most historical momentums in the state. Such as, for example, the statues of fallen soldiers and generals, and the treasured Alamo - the fortress where the Texas Revolutionary War battled at one point. But the most unique thing about the city was it cherished a remarkable River Walk in the center of the metropolis. The river was carved around the center of the urban area - and somewhat below the ground level. Around the sides of the river would be fun little festivities, restaurants and shops that would only electrify the feeling of the town. During the summer, every weekend, I would get my parents to drive me to the River Walk and I would just walk along - starring off in the playful lights and looking at the moon reflecting itself off from the water. It was like a safe place for me. Other than the biggest protection I have of all - my family.
My family is very traditional, and quiet compared to most. My parents met when they were fairly young at a local university in Texas (Rice University in Houston - where I would find myself later at; but I'll get to that later) and I believe they shared one or two of the same classes together. My father, Michael, is a simple man and he instills simple laws of life into me. He is honest, and straightforward. I have never seen my father in a negative light - nor do I doubt I ever will. He called me his Princess when I was little - but the name faded off as I grew up. He works in a web site designing company - approximately ten miles away from our home. He apparently loves what he does - and he always tells me to be happy with my life as well. Although I don't show it so much anymore - he'll always be my hero. I love you daddy. My mother, June, is a very kind and good-natured woman. She is my life, basically. When I was younger - my mother was a home mother, and we would spend our days in the summer reading short novels together and sometimes if I lucky she would let me help her prepare informal dinners for my father and brother. Sometimes we would go in her garden and press flower petals in diaries. My mother, now, works at a local Barnes and Noble Bookseller & Cafe'. She taught me how I read when I was at the age of three - and she enforces good literature into me because she says that reading is a great way to learn, and explore your mind - and I somewhat agree. The relationship that my mother and I have is flawless; I feel as if I can go to her about anything and we would talk about it in private together. I also have a sibling - an eighteen - year old brother. Jayson and I are fairly similar. Although we've argued through the years - as all siblings do - we both mutually respect each other and care a lot about each other. If I ever need something from him - be it help or assistance with anything - he's always there for me. Being my big brother, he's always stood next to be and protected me. I remember there was this incidence in elementary school one time - there were some fifth graders - he was a fifth grader back then as well - who were picking on me, he fortified and protected me - it was then that I truly realized how much concern he had for me. Family means everything to me - they are always there to support and encourage me. Sometimes I take things for granted and don't realize how much they love me - but I'll take this brief moment to thank them - every one of them - for being there, and never doubting my limits. I love you all.
When I was fourteen, my parents moved, due to a new job promotion my father had to Cypress, Texas (which is a small community and town just outside of suburban Houston - approximately fifteen minutes). I've really grown to love my new place of residence. Cypress is a quiet, but prospering young town with a lot of new manufacturing - especially with homes. I live in a fairly subdued and somewhat muted toned neighborhood that keep normal standards. I attend a local public high school - I'll be a sophomore next fall. Although it may seemed as though I've left a lot of my friends and divine acquaintances (which I did), but I figured there could not have any a better time to switch over - because the transition from junior high to high school was very substantial and was meant as a very vital part of my life. |
