And with that, my first year is finished. I really messed this one up at times, but at others, I really shined through. I found myself, I lost myself, I recovered myself. I’ve experienced so much new in my first year. Of course, there is so much I have yet to experience, but if this year has taught me anything, it is to step boldly to it and not be afraid. I’m hardier than I thought I was.
Although… maybe I wasn’t. Without a doubt, the friends I’ve made this year have been critical to me being… me. Christina, Mama Betsy, and Daniel in particular have been integral in keeping me from cracking. I’ve probably left them a little worse for wear as a result, but I like to think I make up for that with my world-class hugs.
Driving back home on 64, I was stricken with the sudden realization that I was not coming back for anything. I was putting my life on hold for a few weeks, just long enough until I could get out of the country. I was saddened to think that my life was not waiting for me in Roanoke. Now that I’ve arrived and had time to think about it, life never waits for me, or anyone for that matter. Life is to be created, wherever I go. Though it might only be for a few weeks, I’m going to make the most of it. And when I return in the fall, I’ll be ready to create life all over again.
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Don't forget that I've also contributed to you nearly cracking, and on purpose. What can I say, somebody's got to do it I guess. It's not an easy job, but I do what I can. Oh and I don't know that you've so much "made up for it" with your hugs so much as "scared people away" with them. Especially Mama Betsy, who hates them anyways. But yeah, that's all I know for now. I'll come up with more, wittier things to say later I'm sure. Oh and I got a good TV for our room next year, so we can check that one off the list. And the summer roommate swap is officially a go according to ResLife...I'll pass along details as I get them. Have fun in Mexico, senor.
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