Hopeful college girl.

Dear Fleur.
I'm really tired right now. I just finished talking with Kirsten Bean. She's about the sweetest little lady in the world. I love her.
She always gives me such hope for life.
Hope that I will be someone someday and that all my dreams are reality and that I am worth a little bit. Hope that we will make scones for breakfast together in my kitchen one day. Hope that I can learn to make good coffee. Hope that sheets are meaningful.
Hope.
I love the word tonight.

I've been writing. It's making me mad.

And I signed up for college this morning. There was a wait before we could go into the classroom. So I sat outside in the hallway with 30 other students, and of course I got out my knitting. And of course the guy next to me noticed. About 24 or 25 years old. Scruffy face. Blue sweater.
He looked at my red yarn and said, How long have you been knitting?
I told him how long.
And then he said, I just started learning. And he looked jealous.
Really jealous.
It totally made my day hilarious.

I'm going to go make myself a pot of tea and finish some Christmas presents. And hope. Mostly hope that I will be done with everything by the 25th. But also hope that my writing turns out sweeter than my thoughts about it.
They aren't good thoughts right now.
Love Bell.