I rush things.
My whole life I've been living with one foot out the door, ready to move on to the next place.
This has never bothered me before, nor did it stunt my ability to connect with other people. The way I traveled was always with my family and friends. That's how it is when you're a Rennie. But now I've spent four years in public school. Have I stayed in one place? No. I've still moved every year, thanks to my father starting custody battles. Finally, I'm in a position to choose my own fate. I've lived this last year in southern California with some absolutely amazing people, and I intend to spend one more year here. This is my problem. After school, I wish to move to Texas. It's where I was born, and it's where a majority of my friends and family will live. It is without a doubt the place I will be the happiest.
However, that makes me question the relationships I have now. In order to survive, I would never get close to anyone that I wouldn't be seeing again. Whenever I moved to the next place, I often wouldn't keep in touch with the locals. If we saw each other again, then so be it, and all was well. But not being close means I usually didn't miss them, and therefore did not have to deal with a heavy heart. Currently, I am in love with this town. Friends such as Quincie, Alice, and Tashia make life enjoyable. Although, apart from more than half of them graduating in a few months, they all desire to live in California. They are locals. I try to pretend like I'm from California, but it's just not true. I am a Texan. I am a Rennie. A fish may love a bird, but where would they live? I find it to be tragic, and so I rush. I rush to make plans, I rush to live here, in this moment, with them, before it's too late. Yet I already feel myself detaching, floating away towards my eventual life. The more I attempt to grasp this one, the more I lose it.

♪♫Got no time for spreadin' roots, the time has come to be gone
And to our health we drank a thousand times, it's time to Ramble On♪♫ - Led Zeppelin, Ramble On.