||i'll drink less, lord knows i could use a warm kiss, instead of a cold goodbye...||
I leave in 9 (count them), NINE days.
Single digits.
I'm so excited.
But then I think of Bani. And Boo. And Bora. And Jon. And Chadwick.
(Basically, all the people that make my heart swell 3 times its size--a la The Grinch).
And I don't want to leave them.
And Gator. How the hell am I supposed to live without that girl?
Especially after this summer, where I've spent nearly every day with her.
We're so much more than friends...we're like some freaky pair of platonic soulmates who share a brain.
I just don't want to leave her.
And my house.
I love my house and all it's chaos.
And I'll miss my street, because it's straight out of a cliche suburban family magazine.
I just don't want to leave here...
But I need to.
I know what you're thinking, "A change of scenery won't change your problems."
But what if my problem IS the scenery?
Here's my theory...
There are places where you just live, and then there are this places where you grow, and then there are the places where you've done all the growing you can.
Flushing is the latter.
I've made all the amazing friends from here that I can.
Quite frankly, I don't even want any more friends than the ones I have currently.
Because no one could add up.
No one would come close.
That scares me.
No one can even amount to half of the friends they are.
So, does that mean that for the rest of my life,
new friends will always be obsolete in comparison?
I don't know.
I really don't know.
But I guess I'll find out.
Single digits.
I'm so excited.
But then I think of Bani. And Boo. And Bora. And Jon. And Chadwick.
(Basically, all the people that make my heart swell 3 times its size--a la The Grinch).
And I don't want to leave them.
And Gator. How the hell am I supposed to live without that girl?
Especially after this summer, where I've spent nearly every day with her.
We're so much more than friends...we're like some freaky pair of platonic soulmates who share a brain.
I just don't want to leave her.
And my house.
I love my house and all it's chaos.
And I'll miss my street, because it's straight out of a cliche suburban family magazine.
I just don't want to leave here...
But I need to.
I know what you're thinking, "A change of scenery won't change your problems."
But what if my problem IS the scenery?
Here's my theory...
There are places where you just live, and then there are this places where you grow, and then there are the places where you've done all the growing you can.
Flushing is the latter.
I've made all the amazing friends from here that I can.
Quite frankly, I don't even want any more friends than the ones I have currently.
Because no one could add up.
No one would come close.
That scares me.
No one can even amount to half of the friends they are.
So, does that mean that for the rest of my life,
new friends will always be obsolete in comparison?
I don't know.
I really don't know.
But I guess I'll find out.