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so .... Traverse City isn't happening this year after all so I'll be home for the whole entire summer....I was a little upset to find out the day of auditions that it wasn't happening...gotta love the Young Americans and how they keep us updated on everything.
A year has past and now we stand on the brink of returning to a
world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything, and
yet nothing being the same. In two weeks we will reluctantly give
our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye to people who were
once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we
hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left. We
will leave our best friends to return to our best friends. We will
go back to the places we came from and go back to the same things
we did last summer and every summer before that. We will come into
town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been
months, it will seem like only yesterday.
As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through
you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person
you have become. You suddenly realize that the things that were
most important to you a year ago don't seem to matter so much
anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will
completely understand. The memories and the stories from school
won't mean anything to anyone at home and yet you resent them for
that, that they can't share that happiness with you.
Who will you call first? What will you do your first weekend home
with your friends? How long before you actually start missing
people barging in without calling or knocking? Who will get pizza
at three in the morning with you now? How long until you adjust to
sleeping alone in a room again?
Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you
realize the hardest part of university is balancing the two
completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to
hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you
have to leave behind. In the matter of one day's travelling time,
we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends,
walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 8:30am classes,
and the perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem
foreign to us despite the fact that we lived in it for eighteen
years.
But it is different now. We now know the meaning of true
friendship. We know who we have kept in touch with over the past
year and who we hold dearest in our hearts. We've left our high
school world to deal with the real world. We've had our hearts
broken, we've fallen in love, we've helped our best friends
overcome depression, stress and death, and we've stayed up all
night on the phone just to talk to a friend in need. There have
been times when we've felt so helpless being hours away form home
when we know our families needed us, and there are times we know
we have made a difference.
Two weeks from now we will leave. Two weeks from now we take
down our pictures, and pack up our clothes. No more going next
door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends
whose random email and phone calls will bring us to laughter and
tears this summer. We will take our memories and dreams and put
them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.
Two weeks from now we will arrive. We will unpack our bags and
have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best
friend's house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to
the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought
us to laughter and tears over the year. We will unpack old dreams
and memories that have been put away for the past year. In two
weeks we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction
to adjust to change and still keep each other close. And somehow,
in some way, we will find our place between these two completely
different worlds.
Are you ready?
A year has past and now we stand on the brink of returning to a
world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything, and
yet nothing being the same. In two weeks we will reluctantly give
our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye to people who were
once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we
hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left. We
will leave our best friends to return to our best friends. We will
go back to the places we came from and go back to the same things
we did last summer and every summer before that. We will come into
town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been
months, it will seem like only yesterday.
As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through
you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person
you have become. You suddenly realize that the things that were
most important to you a year ago don't seem to matter so much
anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will
completely understand. The memories and the stories from school
won't mean anything to anyone at home and yet you resent them for
that, that they can't share that happiness with you.
Who will you call first? What will you do your first weekend home
with your friends? How long before you actually start missing
people barging in without calling or knocking? Who will get pizza
at three in the morning with you now? How long until you adjust to
sleeping alone in a room again?
Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you
realize the hardest part of university is balancing the two
completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to
hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you
have to leave behind. In the matter of one day's travelling time,
we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends,
walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 8:30am classes,
and the perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem
foreign to us despite the fact that we lived in it for eighteen
years.
But it is different now. We now know the meaning of true
friendship. We know who we have kept in touch with over the past
year and who we hold dearest in our hearts. We've left our high
school world to deal with the real world. We've had our hearts
broken, we've fallen in love, we've helped our best friends
overcome depression, stress and death, and we've stayed up all
night on the phone just to talk to a friend in need. There have
been times when we've felt so helpless being hours away form home
when we know our families needed us, and there are times we know
we have made a difference.
Two weeks from now we will leave. Two weeks from now we take
down our pictures, and pack up our clothes. No more going next
door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends
whose random email and phone calls will bring us to laughter and
tears this summer. We will take our memories and dreams and put
them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.
Two weeks from now we will arrive. We will unpack our bags and
have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best
friend's house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to
the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought
us to laughter and tears over the year. We will unpack old dreams
and memories that have been put away for the past year. In two
weeks we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction
to adjust to change and still keep each other close. And somehow,
in some way, we will find our place between these two completely
different worlds.
Are you ready?