So, the year is winding down. It's so bittersweet. I have a lot to look forward to, but I can't imagine leaving here. I know I will be back, but not as often as I want to be. So much has changed in the few months I have been here. I have started to make a name for myself here and I have made the best of friends. I will miss this place.
I had two friends from home visit me this weekend. One of my very best friends and another friend that I have known for about 7 years, yet we have never been extremely close. That changed this weekend. I forgot how comfortable it is to be around someone you have known for so long. Normally, the longest I have known my friends from here is a little over a year (and he burned his bridge pretty quickly a few weeks ago...whopps). Don't get me wrong, I have made some of the best people in existence here, but there's that level of familiarity with someone from back home. There are those old memories that you cling onto for dear life when you need a little stability or feel the need for a smile. Those are the memories I've been digging for throughout the past two weeks. So much has happened, so much has been planned, that I'm finding myself stressed beyond belief, trying to keep my head above the surface. Luckily, I had made so many of those memories at home that I have found enough reason to smile over the past few days. It's kept me sane.
With that being said, I realize I miss the simplicity of that same small town that raised me into the person I am today. I miss the fact that there is not one single stop light within the borders of the town. I miss the conversations at the grocery store on Saturday mornings. I miss waking up to the lawn mower out back. I miss swimming at night. I miss going out to breakfast with the boys, only to be joined by our family members that happen to be out to breakfast as well. I miss clouds of dirt in the rearview mirror as a car full of the people I love speed down North Road with country music so loud that we can't even hear ourselves sing.
I do love Boston. This is where I know I belong and this is where I know I'll stay, for a while at least. But, I'll always be a townie at heart. I'll always hold those memories and I'll always find every excuse to think about and remember where I come from. 11 days left here. 11 more days until my last summer in the boondocks. All that I can do is make the best of it, right?
The picture attached is actually a picture of where I live. Not directly from my house, but close. The Minks. Such a beautiful view.
I had two friends from home visit me this weekend. One of my very best friends and another friend that I have known for about 7 years, yet we have never been extremely close. That changed this weekend. I forgot how comfortable it is to be around someone you have known for so long. Normally, the longest I have known my friends from here is a little over a year (and he burned his bridge pretty quickly a few weeks ago...whopps). Don't get me wrong, I have made some of the best people in existence here, but there's that level of familiarity with someone from back home. There are those old memories that you cling onto for dear life when you need a little stability or feel the need for a smile. Those are the memories I've been digging for throughout the past two weeks. So much has happened, so much has been planned, that I'm finding myself stressed beyond belief, trying to keep my head above the surface. Luckily, I had made so many of those memories at home that I have found enough reason to smile over the past few days. It's kept me sane.
With that being said, I realize I miss the simplicity of that same small town that raised me into the person I am today. I miss the fact that there is not one single stop light within the borders of the town. I miss the conversations at the grocery store on Saturday mornings. I miss waking up to the lawn mower out back. I miss swimming at night. I miss going out to breakfast with the boys, only to be joined by our family members that happen to be out to breakfast as well. I miss clouds of dirt in the rearview mirror as a car full of the people I love speed down North Road with country music so loud that we can't even hear ourselves sing.
I do love Boston. This is where I know I belong and this is where I know I'll stay, for a while at least. But, I'll always be a townie at heart. I'll always hold those memories and I'll always find every excuse to think about and remember where I come from. 11 days left here. 11 more days until my last summer in the boondocks. All that I can do is make the best of it, right?
The picture attached is actually a picture of where I live. Not directly from my house, but close. The Minks. Such a beautiful view.
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