Back home... for four and a half months
Back in September I never thought that leaving Boston in April would feel the same as leaving Warminster then. I never thought I'd make friends that mean so much to me in a city so far away from the friends I spent years and years of my life with. I didn't think I'd cry so much leaving Boston. Back in September I thought I'd be counting the days to come home to everything that was so familiar. But now Boston is familiar too. I have these two lives that haven't mushed together yet, and it's hard to keep up with both of them. No one's down the hall anymore to bug when they're trying to get work done, but I'm done with mine and I need someone to entertain me. What's going to happen to OC and One Tree Hill nights? Who's going to make fun of me for being a Flyer's fan to the extent that I am, but turns into one themselves because I make them watch the game?!?!? I'll miss Shawna's "just stop talking" looks, Nicole's epiphanies after a sexual inuendo is explained, Jess's "OMG I want to see that movie" at every preview that comes on the TV, and Christine's dinner conversations after a "fun" night. I'll miss the boys down the hall and bugging them incessantly. I'll miss the loud noises that I actually need now to fall asleep. This year has changed me so much, and I hope for the better, and I just wasn't ready for it to be over yet.
I never thought I'd meet someone that it took an hour and a half and three crying sessions to say goodbye to. Someone who leaves me a message for when I get back to my room with a huge smiley face at the end of it. A person who I could relate to better than most of the people I've met in my life. Someone who thinks me cheering for the Flyers as much and loud as I do is "cute." A person who says "I'll miss you, but the time will go faster than you think." Who comforts me with "Just think how happy we'll be to see each other in the fall" and "Who knows, we may see each other over the summer." No one's arms have made me feel safer to be wrapped in. What's eight hours between two people really?
But now I'm back in Warminster. The place that I spent eighteen years of my life in, with people that shaped the girl that headed off to her freshman year of college with memories that would never leave her. People that will slowly come home to this world again too and make it easier to be away from the city that's formed such a special place in my heart. This is going to be one hell of a summer...
I never thought I'd meet someone that it took an hour and a half and three crying sessions to say goodbye to. Someone who leaves me a message for when I get back to my room with a huge smiley face at the end of it. A person who I could relate to better than most of the people I've met in my life. Someone who thinks me cheering for the Flyers as much and loud as I do is "cute." A person who says "I'll miss you, but the time will go faster than you think." Who comforts me with "Just think how happy we'll be to see each other in the fall" and "Who knows, we may see each other over the summer." No one's arms have made me feel safer to be wrapped in. What's eight hours between two people really?
But now I'm back in Warminster. The place that I spent eighteen years of my life in, with people that shaped the girl that headed off to her freshman year of college with memories that would never leave her. People that will slowly come home to this world again too and make it easier to be away from the city that's formed such a special place in my heart. This is going to be one hell of a summer...