Paper Planes

My last few posts have been deleted yet again. With a bad memory like mine, I like to keep records of my life and its happenings. I haven't updated in a while because it's hard to gather thoughts when your mind just won't stop producing them. JP and I have been sort of up and down lately, but we were getting to a better place. We're working on  trust and having a better relationship.
I went bowling with my family a week ago. It wasn't our usual place, and it was a bit crowded. The family next to us had unruly children who kept using our balls (3/4 of us have custom balls), and touching our scoreboard controls. The last time I was beginning to lose my patience and removed the kids hand from the controls myself. JP and I had gotten into a little bit of spat before I went out, so I wasn't in the best mood. Slowly, I began to feel a bit better with my family though. Bowling has always been a family thing with us. My grandparents on my father's side were avid bowlers and were in a league together. I remember one time when I was little, they took me with them. I was clearly getting bored (it was a league member only session, so I couldn't bowl). My grandfather came to me and handed me a small stack of paper. He then taught me how to make paper airplanes. He showed me a couple times, then left me to practice on my own. I finished the entire stack of paper, and still couldn't make one that would fly right. My grandfather said it takes practice, and with practice, everything gets better. I don't know why that memory stuck with me, it just did. Anyway, while my family and I were bowling, the music they had on was a pre-teen/teen mix of Disney, KidsBop, and age appropriate songs. It was tolerable until Justin Beiber came on a couple times. At one point, Love Story by Taylor Swift came on. I haven't heard that song in forever, yet I knew the lyrics word for word. It took all I had not to break out into song. We finished, and I was impressed with myself. The first round I came in second with a 110, the second round I was dead last, but then I won the last round. Bowling is sort of therapeutic in a weird way. The sound of the balls hitting the lanes, the pins falling, and people laughing. It puts me in a happy place.
Since I last updated, a couple of things have happened. I turned 19. I found out I'm going to Cuba for a study abroad program during Spring Break. I started taking a medley of vitamins to help with my depression/overall health. My mom has become much more of a friend to me than I could have imagined. I gained true freedom to be able to go out somewhere without being questioned. And finally, I found out I'm not pregnant. A lot can happen in a matter of a week or so I suppose. Life has a funny way of changing things and always keeping us on our toes.