The girl studied, and studied, and decided she needed a break before plucking out her eyes. Writing is so therapeutic for me. Some people like to drink hot apple cider, take a bath, listen to enya, or take a night time stroll to relieve their stress and while those are all things I enjoy, writing just has a quicker and longer lasting effect. (But knowing me I will probably end up posting this and then cross off those previously mentioned ideas.) Moment of total honesty: moving home scares the living day lights out of me. Words have a hard time expressing how awesome my current living situation is. I live with 5 of my best friends. Some people think we might have a lot of petty fights but it is far from that. Sure we argue over how much toilet paper to use or who gets to load the dishwasher but that’s the end of the list. We cook together, eat together, paint together, dance together, study together, watch movies together, make movies together, laugh together, cry together, bond together. The thought of leaving this togetherness terrifies me. At least we are leaving together. At least we all live within 20 minutes of each other. At least I will be going to Michigan for a week to distract me.
I am already missing making ‘everything but the kitchen sink’ dinners and having access to 5 other wardrobes. I am already missing a lot of things about this year. For 3 months I’ve been missing talking about inventions and other brilliant ideas with a certain best friend and soon I will miss midnight walks and snarky comments in secluded talks. I will certainly miss my roommate’s laugh. It is so infectious! To quote one visitor, “it is a bowling alley laugh. the kind you hear only when old ladies are all out bowling.” And the advice sessions. I think we have our whole lives planned with back up plans. There’s always room for change; something I learned the hard way. I’m also going to miss our dance parties. ‘Cash, swimming pools, diamonds….’
For everything I’m going to miss here there a things in my past that I also miss. I miss my friends at my ward back home. 10th ward pride! I miss sitting by my fire with my dog and time for leisure reading. I miss the view from my house (although my bedroom window has a great shot of Y mount.) I miss my sibling’s strong personalities. I miss driving up to the Draper Temple with my best friend just because we have nothing better to do. And even further back into my past: I miss spending all day watching cartoons, doing chores, and never changing out of my pajamas.
There will always be something that I miss but I would never change my future to live in the past. So yes, I am nervous to leave this chapter but I know that these characters will have many reoccurring appearances in my life story.
I feel so blessed to have them in my life and I hope they’ve enjoyed my friendship. I guess you will just have to keep reading my blog for 2 years to find out. I can guarantee we will have a wicked reunion party. And that, ladies ‘n’ gents, is what they call a hook.
jk, until I want to procrastinate more and write in you,