At first I was ecstatic about leaving home, starting my own life, doing what I want whenever I want wherever I want, but then, it really hit me.
All my best friends, and others who are really close to me, want to stay in California. They really don’t want to even leave the city. I guess they plan on living with their parents for the first year or something. But thats completely different for me. I can’t wait until summer ends of senior year and I’m on a one way flight to Boston. But then I wouldn’t see my friends until Christmas or Spring Break.
Ryan’s been with me ever since 8th grade, and Rachel’s been with me since Freshmen year. I’ve spent countless lunches with them, countless times cheering them up and being cheered up by them, and countless hours laughing, talking. Connecting.
Even now, after not seeing either of them since a couple of weeks ago, I miss them. To break it off, with a 5 month absence, would really hurt me. Rachel told me one time, “So you’re set on going to the East Coast huh? You’re going to find someone to replace me and Ryan.” and I adamantly reassured her that it wouldn’t happen. Not ever.
“I may find someone with similar stuff as you two, but NO ONE could EVER replace you guys.”
So that’s what I’m afraid of. Ryan, I wrote this after reading your blog. Because it reminded me of what will have to happen when we all leave, or stay, and go out into society, reality, the real world.
But I think, no, I know that even after 5 months of not seeing them, they’ll be waiting for me at the airport, a little older, a little bit more mature then when I’d left them, smiling back at me.