Sentimental Fool. . .
Changes. How do you deal with them?
I for one am always resistant at first. But boy when they hit you, there's no stopping their force. I asked David (my manfriend, as Jenny likes to call him) today if he was sad at all at leaving his apartment. He said hell no, change is good, otherwise things get boring. I on the other hand was holding back my tears as I walked out of that cozy little studio for the last time. I agree that change can be good, but every time it happens I find myself reminiscing about the past. To me an apartment isn't just a small space, it's a memories of dinners cooked, late nights talking, arguments, laughs, and a connection that took a whole year to make. When I pack up my things to move into my new house, I know I will pick up every little thing and drown myself in memories of who, what, where, and when as I put my life into a box. I am by no means a pack-rat, but my collection of mementos are my connection to experiences that would have faded from my thoughts. Call me a sentimental fool if you wish but I cherish these inanimate objects.
I have learned so much this past year, I find that who I thought I was does not really fit with who I am now (imagine at almost 22 years and I'm still trying to figure out who I am). The quite stay-at-home type now drives home to the rising sun, the girl who never even got the sniffles now prays that she won't relapse and end up at the hospital again, the chronic loner content with keeping herself company is now jittery when the phone doesn't ring, the one who always rationalized every decision made now follows the cravings of her heart, and the nerdly full-time student now has no occupation. I've been through so many ups and downs, but I wouldn't change a thing because the good and the bad especially make you what you are.
Times like this in your life, it's nice to know some things are constant, like my mother always telling me to eat, or my status as a walking musical, or friends like Fabi, Nicki, and the blogger herself, Jenny, who's lives have changed dramatically, but will always have the same warm hearts they've had as long as I've known them.
This Friday is graduation and the next day I'm off to San Diego & hopefully a second shot at Vegas. I'll be gone for my birthday, but don't you worry JMen, we'll definitely do something the weekend after. . .I'll think of something.
Congrats on the Scion, and hopefully being done with creepy car dealers. But I'd better be the first you pick up to go cruisin' in it, or I'll shake my fist at you. . .
~Lilly
I for one am always resistant at first. But boy when they hit you, there's no stopping their force. I asked David (my manfriend, as Jenny likes to call him) today if he was sad at all at leaving his apartment. He said hell no, change is good, otherwise things get boring. I on the other hand was holding back my tears as I walked out of that cozy little studio for the last time. I agree that change can be good, but every time it happens I find myself reminiscing about the past. To me an apartment isn't just a small space, it's a memories of dinners cooked, late nights talking, arguments, laughs, and a connection that took a whole year to make. When I pack up my things to move into my new house, I know I will pick up every little thing and drown myself in memories of who, what, where, and when as I put my life into a box. I am by no means a pack-rat, but my collection of mementos are my connection to experiences that would have faded from my thoughts. Call me a sentimental fool if you wish but I cherish these inanimate objects.
I have learned so much this past year, I find that who I thought I was does not really fit with who I am now (imagine at almost 22 years and I'm still trying to figure out who I am). The quite stay-at-home type now drives home to the rising sun, the girl who never even got the sniffles now prays that she won't relapse and end up at the hospital again, the chronic loner content with keeping herself company is now jittery when the phone doesn't ring, the one who always rationalized every decision made now follows the cravings of her heart, and the nerdly full-time student now has no occupation. I've been through so many ups and downs, but I wouldn't change a thing because the good and the bad especially make you what you are.
Times like this in your life, it's nice to know some things are constant, like my mother always telling me to eat, or my status as a walking musical, or friends like Fabi, Nicki, and the blogger herself, Jenny, who's lives have changed dramatically, but will always have the same warm hearts they've had as long as I've known them.
This Friday is graduation and the next day I'm off to San Diego & hopefully a second shot at Vegas. I'll be gone for my birthday, but don't you worry JMen, we'll definitely do something the weekend after. . .I'll think of something.
Congrats on the Scion, and hopefully being done with creepy car dealers. But I'd better be the first you pick up to go cruisin' in it, or I'll shake my fist at you. . .
~Lilly
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