I've begun to gravitate toward my Tumblr account since it's a little more high tech than Blogspot, but I guess it's time for me to trade off a bit, and do some nitty gritty blogging. (:
Let's set the scene; It's Sunday, August 8th. I'm sitting on our L shaped couch, tapping away on the keys to my Macbook, his name is Chuck, and texting on my iPhone, her name is Fiona 2.0. Not every day is this eventful, but I'm trying to contain my excitement, as I'm sure you can tell, I've gotten little packing done, and I have approximately three more full days of living in NYC before I have to jump on an 8am flight to Florida and never look back.
I keep getting a sick, sinking feeling in my stomach, which I'm sure is normal considering the circumstances... The other day, my mother reminded me of last summer when I was headed from Texas to NYC and how I wasn't even sure I could make it through Christmas break because I would "miss everyone too much", so much drama. Now, I'm looking from the other end of the spectrum. I've met so many great people, and am really getting down because of my decision to leave.
Apparently, a Sagittarius doesn't like to be tied down, they're always looking for a new adventure, and like to move from place to place at "a moments notice" to keep things fresh. That sounds like a bit of an exaggeration of my character, but I'd definitely say it's moderately applicable. I'm getting sad because I'm leaving my friends, but mostly because I'm leaving my sister. I never thought I'd genuinely be able to say that I would do anything for Annie; but after a year of being her roommate and friend, I can.
I've never been a very good sibling because of the age difference between my siblings and me, but this year, I've been forced to grow up and put on a serene front even if I'm kicking and screaming from the inside to get out. In all honesty, moving here scared the shit out of me. Not because I didn't know anyone, because that was obviously a hurdle, but because I'm always afraid people will go on with their lives and forget about me: Now I know it's normal to feel that, but also naive.
People will always move on with their lives, and if they want you to be a part of their lives, they'll make you part of it; But if I've learned one lesson that will stick with me, I'd say it's about growth. There's a huge difference between growing up and growing old. I can keep my Peter Pan disposition and you can keep your beer pong games, unwanted pregnancies and year-old drama; I'm better off without everyone who brought me down, and it took me a year of finding myself to figure that out.
