We leave our best friends..to return to our best friends...
A year has passed
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 months
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 inwithout 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,
8:00am 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 depresison, 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 from home
when we know our families needed us,
and there are times we know we have made a difference.
Two months from now we will leave.
Two months 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 months 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 months
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.
This was a poem I found....I like it so much I have posted it everywhere..haha...The thing is..it's all true. I look around now and I feel sad that I will have to leave even though I am living in a shithole...but I love this place...I love the poeple I have met and become friends with. I love staying up till 4am just talking about random stuff. I love how every morning I am woken up by friends and we go down to breakfast together. I love how someone is ALWAYS there. I love how no one ever knocks when they come in a room. I love going down to the Oasis at 2 in the morning for chicken fingers and fries. I love the thrill of getting mail here...because everyone wants it. I love sitting in the hallway in my dorm and talking with poeple. I love how we all can have such a good time. I love how we are all placed here to do our own thing yet we all have something in common. We were all placed here for university and to meet new poeple and to start a new stage in our lives. I love all the inside jokes we have. I will miss all these poeple so very much.. next year i wont be living in dorms. I wont be in a hallway full of 66 students. I will not see most of these poeple again. Except for the poeple that live close to me, and maybe the odd time during the month.. but i will never experience all of us together again ..every single night and every waking hour.......YET I also think about how much I miss it back home. I miss the familiar streets and the familiar faces. Everywhere I went I knew a face. Whether it be a close friend or just an aquintance. I miss the chilliwack mall and how we went there almost every day. I miss working there. I miss all my friends. I miss highschool and how it brought everyone together. I miss driving. I miss the lake. I mis driving around with Jess doing aimless thigns. I miss Ric more then ever. I miss how we hung out so often and did everything together. We were each others lives. Now it seems like we are living completly different ones. I still love him to death and I hope we make it. I miss my mom and my dad!!(fancy that) I didnt realize how much I'd miss my lil hometown and my parents. Wow this entry is long. I just look around now...and I am so sad to leave this place I call home...yet I was so sad to leave my hometown....two completly different worlds will colide.....hope all is well poeple...night