Isabella "Bella" Swan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bella) wrote,@ 2009-05-14 17:42:00 |
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I woke up to find my journal in my stocking...which was weird in and of itself, but, I have my journal back at least. I dropped it at one point in time, and apparently whoever is in charge here saw fit to return it. That was nice of them
Are we supposed to be opening the gifts we got? I peeked inside the stocking, but, it seems a little strange receiving gifts from some unknown entity. You'd think I'd be getting used to strange being a part of the everyday here, but it still takes me a moment everytime something unusual happens. I think some part of me still wonders if this is some kind of grand delusion, but after being here for 4 mornings, I'm finding that hard to believe. It makes me think about all the things I took for granted in my actual life. The fact that Charlie and Renee would always be a phone call away. Little things like school and homework. New books. Going a day without having a brush with the unknown. Life was routine before, but things seemed simpler.
I sound ungrateful. Well, no, that's not the right word. Not ungrateful. There's nothing and no one to be grateful toward. I'm not exactly suffering from stockholm syndrome. What I mean is, it's not all bad here. I've met some really nice people. I've seen things I would never have dreamed of. For once in my life, I'm living outside the everyday. It's just an adjustment period.