4 years later
So at Proclamation Night last night, I opened the letter that I wrote myself freshman year. Most of it was just plain crap, like being in love with Josh for the first time. About the great friends I had made, and out of the list I talk to none of them. I did have some words of insight if I do say so myself. I talk about Emily and how I really want her to find her place at Miami because I hate to see her so miserable. I say that I want our relationship to be stronger by the time senior year rolls along, and I'm happy to say that it is. I talk about wanting to stay close with my parents, which after having Dad come up here a few weekends ago, I'm really glad that my parents are amazing. I don't thank them enough.
I'd like to think that I've accomplished a lot of the goals that I set out for myself. I helped others the best I could, and continue to do so, by working with Stealing Home, creating SART, and just being their for my friends. I've stayed true to myself, never sacrificing my dignity or sense of self. Sure I made some mistakes, but who hasn't? I wanted to love and be loved. I love my friends and family more than life itself. I always joke about this Mat Kearney song that says "I would take a bullet for you" because I really would for any of the people who are close to me. However much at times I wonder why things turned out the way they did regarding past friends, I am happier now with the circle of friends I have than I ever have been. Especially my apartment. I love them so much. I wouldn't be the same without them. I'm glad that Mark and I are such great friends. I think it somehow satisfied that goal of loving and being loved, it's just a matter of what type of relationship it is. I don't regret a single thing of the past four years. Yeah, there were things that I could have lived without, people who upset me because I put so much time into a pointless relationship, but in the end, I wouldn't be the person I am now because of it.
Basically I love life. I love my friends, family, even my Collegian work. It all makes me who I am and I like that. But seriously, Mom, Dad, Em, Shortbus, Betsy, Va, Shauna, Mark, Eric, Whit... they are my life. And I love them more than words can express.
I'm going to stop now before I choke on the cheesiness of this entry. Oh and wearing my cap and gown last night was so fucking surreal. I can't believe this is the last call.
I'd like to think that I've accomplished a lot of the goals that I set out for myself. I helped others the best I could, and continue to do so, by working with Stealing Home, creating SART, and just being their for my friends. I've stayed true to myself, never sacrificing my dignity or sense of self. Sure I made some mistakes, but who hasn't? I wanted to love and be loved. I love my friends and family more than life itself. I always joke about this Mat Kearney song that says "I would take a bullet for you" because I really would for any of the people who are close to me. However much at times I wonder why things turned out the way they did regarding past friends, I am happier now with the circle of friends I have than I ever have been. Especially my apartment. I love them so much. I wouldn't be the same without them. I'm glad that Mark and I are such great friends. I think it somehow satisfied that goal of loving and being loved, it's just a matter of what type of relationship it is. I don't regret a single thing of the past four years. Yeah, there were things that I could have lived without, people who upset me because I put so much time into a pointless relationship, but in the end, I wouldn't be the person I am now because of it.
Basically I love life. I love my friends, family, even my Collegian work. It all makes me who I am and I like that. But seriously, Mom, Dad, Em, Shortbus, Betsy, Va, Shauna, Mark, Eric, Whit... they are my life. And I love them more than words can express.
I'm going to stop now before I choke on the cheesiness of this entry. Oh and wearing my cap and gown last night was so fucking surreal. I can't believe this is the last call.