Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
It's been months since I used LJ, but only weeks since I thought of it.
Upon speaking with my father last night, I had the sudden realization that I would never again see two people who were so influential in my becoming the woman I am today. An ex-friend's parents, whom I've known since I was 5, are moving to Fla one week before my graduation. And although I have no regrets for the choice I made in the friendship with their daughter, it dawned on me that as I start a new beginning to my life, they will not be there to support me.
Now, this does not go to say that I've had much contact with them since the daughter and I stopped speaking, but I still see them at church and have recently started stopping by for a quick chat every time I go home. There they were, two people who really did love me, worry about me, care for me just .25 miles away for the last 17 years, and now they're moving...to Florida. It's hard for me to wrap my head around, yet I feel so sad at the same time. (And no, I can't just go visit any time I'd like. I obviously couldn't stay with them, and I don't plan on going to the suburbs of Tampa any time soon).
My father simply told me, "There will be many people like that, Bridget. People that enter your life and when they leave, you have every intention of keeping in touch. 20 years later you realize you haven't seen them since the day they left." What am I to make of this?
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On the other hand, I have a new beginning in my life. My graduation, although I do not expect the world to stop for me, is so important to me. When I graduated high school I was supposed to have a graduation party. Unfortunately my parents went to Italy on my 18th birthday and came home to a trashed house. They made me call and retract every invitation. They told me that college graduation was the real thing to celebrate. And we are. They are throwing me a lavish dinner in NY at the sister restaurant to my favorite. (My fave is Union Square Cafe, the owner of USC also owns 5 other NY restaus and Eleven Madison Park is the one where the dinner is loacted). Anyhow, as much as I don't expect everyone to drop their schedule, I would like the people who were invited to make it appear as though they are excited or proud or pleased by attending, or at least regretting in a regretful manner. I sound like a snotty bitch when I say that, but it's true. No one seems to think that it matters...or maybe it really doesn't?
Upon speaking with my father last night, I had the sudden realization that I would never again see two people who were so influential in my becoming the woman I am today. An ex-friend's parents, whom I've known since I was 5, are moving to Fla one week before my graduation. And although I have no regrets for the choice I made in the friendship with their daughter, it dawned on me that as I start a new beginning to my life, they will not be there to support me.
Now, this does not go to say that I've had much contact with them since the daughter and I stopped speaking, but I still see them at church and have recently started stopping by for a quick chat every time I go home. There they were, two people who really did love me, worry about me, care for me just .25 miles away for the last 17 years, and now they're moving...to Florida. It's hard for me to wrap my head around, yet I feel so sad at the same time. (And no, I can't just go visit any time I'd like. I obviously couldn't stay with them, and I don't plan on going to the suburbs of Tampa any time soon).
My father simply told me, "There will be many people like that, Bridget. People that enter your life and when they leave, you have every intention of keeping in touch. 20 years later you realize you haven't seen them since the day they left." What am I to make of this?
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On the other hand, I have a new beginning in my life. My graduation, although I do not expect the world to stop for me, is so important to me. When I graduated high school I was supposed to have a graduation party. Unfortunately my parents went to Italy on my 18th birthday and came home to a trashed house. They made me call and retract every invitation. They told me that college graduation was the real thing to celebrate. And we are. They are throwing me a lavish dinner in NY at the sister restaurant to my favorite. (My fave is Union Square Cafe, the owner of USC also owns 5 other NY restaus and Eleven Madison Park is the one where the dinner is loacted). Anyhow, as much as I don't expect everyone to drop their schedule, I would like the people who were invited to make it appear as though they are excited or proud or pleased by attending, or at least regretting in a regretful manner. I sound like a snotty bitch when I say that, but it's true. No one seems to think that it matters...or maybe it really doesn't?