long time gone
So I've been thinking. It's been a really long time since I've written in here, and even longer since I've written regularly. It's been a long time since I've written regularly in any shape or form, whether it's in any one of my three journals, or writing letters to people, or even doing writing for school (I guess that's what happens when you go part time). But guess what? I've graduated, and I miss writing and I really have no excuse with all the time I have now. So here goes.
I got back to oregon on tuesday, after a five day camping trip with my two best friends in the Shenandoah valley. A perfect way to say a fond farewell to Virginia, and the past four years with these two amazing people. And it was. Perfect. So it wasn't "real" camping in the sleep in tents, cook on a fire, freeze your ass off at night sense, but that wasn't really what we were going for. It was a great five days of doing next to nothing, in nature, with only each other's company to entertain us.
Through all of the goodbyes of the previous week, there were a few difficult ones, but to my surprise, I mostly held it together. For the most part, I've come to understand that moving on is just a part of life, and the goodbyes come with it. My good friend Tim and I have talked about this a lot in the past, when various people have left our lives, and through some of those conversations, I've somehow become okay with the fact that there are some people you just won't hear from as soon as you're no longer in close proximity. The key is somewhere in embracing what the person was to you when they were there, how you changed one another, and a recognizing that though that chapter of life is over, there are many more chapters, and many more characters yet to come. And those early characters that were already introduced, they might just pop up again for an unexpected twist later in the story. But it remains, we've all got to write our own.
That being said, it didn't make it any easier to leave. Funny though, I pretty much held it together until I touched down in Portland on Tuesday night. And as I cried into my bouquet of purple and gold flowers, my parents hugged me tight, and understood. They're glad to have me home, but they still understand, and that's something.
I got back to oregon on tuesday, after a five day camping trip with my two best friends in the Shenandoah valley. A perfect way to say a fond farewell to Virginia, and the past four years with these two amazing people. And it was. Perfect. So it wasn't "real" camping in the sleep in tents, cook on a fire, freeze your ass off at night sense, but that wasn't really what we were going for. It was a great five days of doing next to nothing, in nature, with only each other's company to entertain us.
Through all of the goodbyes of the previous week, there were a few difficult ones, but to my surprise, I mostly held it together. For the most part, I've come to understand that moving on is just a part of life, and the goodbyes come with it. My good friend Tim and I have talked about this a lot in the past, when various people have left our lives, and through some of those conversations, I've somehow become okay with the fact that there are some people you just won't hear from as soon as you're no longer in close proximity. The key is somewhere in embracing what the person was to you when they were there, how you changed one another, and a recognizing that though that chapter of life is over, there are many more chapters, and many more characters yet to come. And those early characters that were already introduced, they might just pop up again for an unexpected twist later in the story. But it remains, we've all got to write our own.
That being said, it didn't make it any easier to leave. Funny though, I pretty much held it together until I touched down in Portland on Tuesday night. And as I cried into my bouquet of purple and gold flowers, my parents hugged me tight, and understood. They're glad to have me home, but they still understand, and that's something.