Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Prom Dress Escapade: Over / Rant on Moving
Found my dress. A lovely purple, exotic one that fits my taste perfectly; would've never picked it out looking at the website.
http://www.eternitygowns.com/evening.php?c=MS100&i=MS108
I can't wait to pull the whole thing together. I'm expecting to have flowers in my hair.
In the mean time, it always surprises me when people leave. I always convince myself it won't happen for some unknown reason. But, then... it happens.
Apparently this time I only missed the memo. And it isn't final yet. And I wasn't expecting to see him much longer as it is. But, something about it happening before I expected is concerning.
Moving and not moving has brought so many good things to me, I don't know why I'm as frightened as I am. Keala, years and years ago, announced at camp that she was moving to Texas. This was before we were particular friends. When I saw her at school in the mornings, it took me about a week to ask her why she was still here and not there. The move never fell through and she told me she felt embarassed that she had to keep telling people that. Now, we're such good friends; if she had left, it would've never happened.
When the Schermerhorns left, I never inteded to loose contact. When they left, I learned how to keep in contact with people I can't see often. I learned how to keep friends over a distance and it has paid off so much.
I've had a series of Young Women advisors who have moved during their time as my teacher. While I've had a harder time keeping in touch with these wonderful women, their departures have opened up many gateways to me. They've given me the opportunity to be taught by more wonderful women, to gain wisdom and insights from many different people and not just three. (Sain, Schermerhorn, Crisanto, Schuman...) (All in the course of four years.)
Moving, now I realize, has brought even more people into life; people moving into the area who may have never considered living here. People who've left their impression and created our friendships. (:D You know who I'm talking 'bout.)
But, I realize moving means change. The change is what frightens me; the unknown. Who can brave a new environment without a friend save their family, if -even- that? Who can just pick up and leave, monetarily and emotionally? Who can prepare fully for that unknown?
I've recently realized that I should've moved sometime during my highschool or middle school career. I'm happy I haven't, but now when I go to college, I'm gonna have to learn how to make friends, without any real practice. I can't complain too much, there are so many things I couldn't have had anywhere else that I have here.
But now, I have to brave the face of people leaving. Too many people leaving. Soon, my own departure.
http://www.eternitygowns.com/evening.php?c=MS100&i=MS108
I can't wait to pull the whole thing together. I'm expecting to have flowers in my hair.
In the mean time, it always surprises me when people leave. I always convince myself it won't happen for some unknown reason. But, then... it happens.
Apparently this time I only missed the memo. And it isn't final yet. And I wasn't expecting to see him much longer as it is. But, something about it happening before I expected is concerning.
Moving and not moving has brought so many good things to me, I don't know why I'm as frightened as I am. Keala, years and years ago, announced at camp that she was moving to Texas. This was before we were particular friends. When I saw her at school in the mornings, it took me about a week to ask her why she was still here and not there. The move never fell through and she told me she felt embarassed that she had to keep telling people that. Now, we're such good friends; if she had left, it would've never happened.
When the Schermerhorns left, I never inteded to loose contact. When they left, I learned how to keep in contact with people I can't see often. I learned how to keep friends over a distance and it has paid off so much.
I've had a series of Young Women advisors who have moved during their time as my teacher. While I've had a harder time keeping in touch with these wonderful women, their departures have opened up many gateways to me. They've given me the opportunity to be taught by more wonderful women, to gain wisdom and insights from many different people and not just three. (Sain, Schermerhorn, Crisanto, Schuman...) (All in the course of four years.)
Moving, now I realize, has brought even more people into life; people moving into the area who may have never considered living here. People who've left their impression and created our friendships. (:D You know who I'm talking 'bout.)
But, I realize moving means change. The change is what frightens me; the unknown. Who can brave a new environment without a friend save their family, if -even- that? Who can just pick up and leave, monetarily and emotionally? Who can prepare fully for that unknown?
I've recently realized that I should've moved sometime during my highschool or middle school career. I'm happy I haven't, but now when I go to college, I'm gonna have to learn how to make friends, without any real practice. I can't complain too much, there are so many things I couldn't have had anywhere else that I have here.
But now, I have to brave the face of people leaving. Too many people leaving. Soon, my own departure.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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