Leave home long time; April 17, 2011
Original post can be found here.
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Ta-daaa! I’ve had my first traveling-related epiphany!
Okay, it’s not actually travel related. But it stems from the travel and is more all-encompassingly-life-related. (It feels kind of silly, actually, because it’s one of those things that I definitely ought to have realized earlier.)
Traveling the way I have, by myself and randomly meeting people and talking to strangers (in a way I wouldn’t be if a friend had come with me)—it’s one of those states of being where everyone you have fun with (and everyone you don’t) disappears within a few days, max. I met a wonderful girl last night on a three hour train ride that I will never see again. She’s just—disappeared into the world.
So… it made me realize how important friends are. The people that are constantly in your life, the ones who aren’t going anywhere. The people you see every day and value their company, but maybe don’t necessarily share with anyone how much more dull life would be if they weren’t around.
Sooo—this is kind of awkward, even in print where you can’t necessarily see my awkwardness—I want everyone to know that I’m glad they’re my friend. Everyone I live with this year, everyone I’m going to live with next year, everyone who I’ve ever gone to lunch or hung out or gone out with on a Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday night. Everyone I’ve ever shared any form of writing with. All my friends from high school, and everyone from my first two years at UCSB, and everyone who has been kind to me this year, regardless of how often we talk at this precise moment in time.
Sappy and sentimental? Yes. Will I be embarrassed if you bring this up next time I see you? Most definitely. But that doesn’t mean it’s not true.
(And if you make it awkward enough, you’ll probably even get a hug because I won’t know how else to respond.)
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