Goodbye, Freshman Year
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 one week we will reluctantly give hugs and fighting the tears, say goodbye to people who were once just names on a sheet of paper, to return to the people who 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 the 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 the things that were most important to you a year ago dont seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold the highest now, no one at home will completely understand. The memories and the stories from school wont mean anything to anyone at home and yet you resent them for that, they cant share that happiness with you.
Who will call you 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 college is balancing the two completely different worlds you now line 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 days traveling time, we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 8:00 AM 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. Weve left our high school world to deal with the real world. Weve had our hearts broken, weve fallen in love, weve helped our best friends overcome depression, stress and death, and were stayed up all night on the phone just to talk to a friend in need. There have been times weve 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.
One week from now we will leave. One week 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 e-mails 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.
One week from now we will arrive. We will unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best friends house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to the same friends whose random e-mails 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 one week 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?
~Author Unknown
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xoxo
~Kristin~
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"I would rather be nine people's favorite thing then one hundred people's ninth favorite thing."
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xoxo
~Kristin~
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Pursue the dream not the Competition.
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"I would rather be nine people's favorite thing then one hundred people's ninth favorite thing."
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all artists are prepared to suffer for their work,but why are so few prepared to draw
-Banksy-
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"I would rather be nine people's favorite thing then one hundred people's ninth favorite thing."
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