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Creepy Man Next to me on Flight to California: Ya know, the most dangerous parts of the trip are take-off and landing…..
For some reason the other day I thought of this man and his words. Yet, the second time around and at a different place in time, his words meant a lot more to me. As much as this man was creepy, got punched on the plane by a drunken passenger, and then explained to me (the scared 19 yr old) of how unsafe landings were, he has a point. Well, maybe if he thought about it more, applied it to life, and didn’t get punched by strangers on planes, he would have had a very wise point.
Tomorrow I am heading back to LaSalle. When I left in May I was torn. There was a large part of me that wanted to live in C-71 forever, watch the stars off its balcony, wake up at 11 & drink Hurricanes to Buffy, dance in front of mirrors, do the final show of IMPROV again and again, do Charlie Brown over & over, and never leave sophomore year. Then, there was that part of me that wanted to finally leave. That part wanted to see how I could handle things at home, see how friendships would remain, see how friendship from the past would resurface, see how I would handle being virtually alone again.
Now, it’s August and I feel the same sort of split within myself. Months have gone by of NOT being in the comfortable arms of LaSalle and yet, I am comfortable. I don’t want to leave my family, making money, my dogs, and the friends I re-found at home…everything. Then, another part of me wants to go. This part wants to get junior year started, see how it will play out. I’m anxious to see what friendships will begin, resurface, and stay strong. I am also very excited to live with two of my closest friends in a place I call my 2nd home.
I learned a lot these past months. I learned that I can grow up as much as I want but my family will forever treat me as the little girl they’ve always known. The little girl that deep down I still am. But, that’s alright. I learned the difference between those who care about me, and those who poorly act like they do. That’s okay too. At the same time, I’ve learned not to care so much. I realized, with the ones that truly care, as much faith as I put into our relationships I’ll get it back. That’s a great feeling. I’ve learned how to forgive the right people, adapt to situations, and never forget who I really am. If that isn’t an eventful summer I don’t know what is!
I am trying to ready myself for this next take-off, this next entrance into another year of school & all the craziness that it will encompass. That man was right though, take-offs and landings are the hardest parts, the most dangerous parts, and the parts that scare me most. I guess I should just focus on the ride in between which is usually so rewarding. It may get bumpy at times but the view is really nice. You’re sailing toward an exciting destination and if you find the right people to share the ride with it can make a world of difference.
To smooth sailing, cheers. XoXo:Melissa:XoXo