The Hat
Listen to "The Hat" by Ingrid Michaelson and tell me she's not Ellie, tell me she's not me, tell me that Ingrid Michaelson, Ellie, and I as well as a million other people haven't all had the same thing happen to us--first love followed by first loss.
Now that I'm a little older and a little more removed from the pseudo-drama of high school, I'm beginning to realize how much this LiveJournal was for her. Awhile back I looked through some of my old posts and saw how I'd always end with them with some version of, "Oh, and by the way, I sure love that Ellie girl." I see now the end to that story and the start of something new.
It might be time to put the ol' LiveJournal to rest, leave it as a tribute to a story that had a beginning in the uncertain and hopeful days of my freshman year where I could still count the number of girls I had kissed on one finger, to the best two years of my adolescent life where I learned what love felt like, and importantly, what love lost felt like. And here I am on the precipice of adulthood and now I worry about losing my father and whether my baseball dreams will come true or if maybe I've just been wasting all ths time. This is big stuff, but I'm ready for it. Whatever the next step is, I'm going to take it with an open mind and an open heart.
Everything that I have done or had happen has shaped me into who I am this moment, here in dorm room 53 doing homework with Erica in my new home in Boston.
Oh, and by the way, I got my first college hit today.
Now that I'm a little older and a little more removed from the pseudo-drama of high school, I'm beginning to realize how much this LiveJournal was for her. Awhile back I looked through some of my old posts and saw how I'd always end with them with some version of, "Oh, and by the way, I sure love that Ellie girl." I see now the end to that story and the start of something new.
It might be time to put the ol' LiveJournal to rest, leave it as a tribute to a story that had a beginning in the uncertain and hopeful days of my freshman year where I could still count the number of girls I had kissed on one finger, to the best two years of my adolescent life where I learned what love felt like, and importantly, what love lost felt like. And here I am on the precipice of adulthood and now I worry about losing my father and whether my baseball dreams will come true or if maybe I've just been wasting all ths time. This is big stuff, but I'm ready for it. Whatever the next step is, I'm going to take it with an open mind and an open heart.
Everything that I have done or had happen has shaped me into who I am this moment, here in dorm room 53 doing homework with Erica in my new home in Boston.
Oh, and by the way, I got my first college hit today.