Boston #8
So I'm done. And I'll be home sometime late tomorrow. Who knows.
I'm just sitting here, packing for the third time out of four this summer, to move my whole life back and forth to new and old locations.
And I realized that sometimes I can't remember what color eyes the most important people in my life have. And that makes me very very sad. The more I think about them and try to reconstruct their face in my memory, the less I am able to remember anything. Just their name. And a faint guttural sense of how I usually feel around them. And then the sentimentality passes and I say to myself that I need not worry because I will see them soon. But what happens when the day comes that I will not see their faces soon anymore? When I will go months upon months without so much as a glimpse or a phone call? These questions scare me the most. I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping in contact with people my freshman year and this summer, but what happens when I get lazy or busy and so do they? I'm scared of people that I love fading out of my life.
Because truly, people, I love you.
I'm just sitting here, packing for the third time out of four this summer, to move my whole life back and forth to new and old locations.
And I realized that sometimes I can't remember what color eyes the most important people in my life have. And that makes me very very sad. The more I think about them and try to reconstruct their face in my memory, the less I am able to remember anything. Just their name. And a faint guttural sense of how I usually feel around them. And then the sentimentality passes and I say to myself that I need not worry because I will see them soon. But what happens when the day comes that I will not see their faces soon anymore? When I will go months upon months without so much as a glimpse or a phone call? These questions scare me the most. I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping in contact with people my freshman year and this summer, but what happens when I get lazy or busy and so do they? I'm scared of people that I love fading out of my life.
Because truly, people, I love you.