I'm feeling a bit lost for words, and overwhelmed by teary emotions I approach the end of my summer. "My summer" because I owned this summer. So many firsts, so much learning, hard decisions, growth, changes, and, of course, a ridiculously large amount of partying.
I'm nearly brought to tears thinking about becoming Beatrice and weekly trips to Trafalooga. I can hardly stand the number of goodbyes I spent. My stomach flutters when I think of new relationships I formed and relationships the merely grew. Sadness drowns my heart when realize that the Villa is no longer "home." That my friends don't live next door. That there isn't Macey's icecream just down the street. That nothing will ever be the same.
Nothing will ever be the same.
That's a hard truth to swallow. And I find myself having to swallow it more and more every day. But I must swallow hard, digest, and move forward. I'm definitely not the same woman I was 3 months ago. I am stronger and smarter. I can face the world before me with new knowledge and insight. I can do this...
...but not without a few tears and quick glance back at the magical summer that brought me to this point.
And that's what Jenny thinks.
i'm sad i wasn't here to be a part of this magical summer of yours. i think you said it best when you said we both had 'growing' summers. i want to have a big long chat with you soon. you know the kind. and hear about your summer. in other words, I NEED TO SEE YOU, JENNY MCKAY. and i love you. :)
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