Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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Well. I am sittin on my front porch about to embark on great journey with the infamous one-named man. And what a gorgeous day it is. His house is for all intents and purposes my second home, the great beyond, and the best place to spend most of my summer. Maybe today after some long hardcore summer-ing, I can give you a real blog. How about that? But as for now go on and enjoy your day as I enjoy mine.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
It's Time (which in my typical ADD way is a fantastic song)
So here I am, it is just past midnight, my internet is working still (a thought so fearful that even I am not quite sure what is happening), and I listen to the rain splash, tinkling the pavement outside my window. And before I even started writing I knew what most of this would sound like.
Man I have missed this.
Let's take it back a bit here, shall we? About this whole I haven't posted in a while: IT WAS EXAM WEEK AND I HAD "STUDYING" TO DO, OK? In reality my actual, physical friends needed attention as most of them I was leaving for the summer. You guy(s) are my friends, just at that time the backup friends. So anyway, if it was exam week, it means that now it is not. YAY LOGIC! But yes, that does mean I am done with school and it is now summer.
My sumer has begun in several spectacular ways. I began with a wonderful night out with some fantastic friends (get the full scoop here), then saw a stunning performance of The Pirates of Penzance! at A.R.T in Boston, have already begun rehearsals for one show, have come upon and electric guitar, and so much more is in store. Everything has gone according to plan-ish. Everything I have hoped for has happened. And yet, something is missing from me.
Remember those friends I was talking about? I'm missing them. Every moment I have texted the blonde of our group has made me smile; the jokes that keep cropping up in my head revive laughter buried away because it started in church. I lack the ability to mess with the dynamic duo. I miss these people whom I got to know in a matter of weeks. I miss being the walking talking guide to all things relationships. I miss being the eldest among my friends group for once in my entire &@##!*@%^$!ing life. And the scary thing is that I have only been gone six days. Not even a week. But these people have helped become my lifelines. They are the friends that I have gone to with the hundreds of problems that are wrong with the world and that are an injustice to me. They are the friends who I knew I could make my incredibly bad and perfectly timed sex jokes to and still get a laugh out of. And now I don't have them.
Instead I have the other group of friends, the one where I am among the youngest, the one where I love all of the people in the group as much or more than my actual family, the one that I will see almost every friday night for this summer. These people are the ones who already know everything there is to know, I go to them for all things relationships, they take care of me the same way I hope to take care of my Abbey friends. So yes, I miss my friends down south-ish, but what more could I ask from home.
And that is what is so special about my life, about my summer. A home is not a building, it is a place. A place where the people who are most special to you, the ones you care about most, live. I have two homes. And I know that I will get to be a part of both of them this summer. I wish I had more beautiful things to say, more poetic things, but I'll leave it as simply as I did. I have learned much in recent escapades with all of these friends ("siblings") and I know now to cherish each moment I'm with them. They sure can make them count.
Godspeed!
-T.F.
Man I have missed this.
Let's take it back a bit here, shall we? About this whole I haven't posted in a while: IT WAS EXAM WEEK AND I HAD "STUDYING" TO DO, OK? In reality my actual, physical friends needed attention as most of them I was leaving for the summer. You guy(s) are my friends, just at that time the backup friends. So anyway, if it was exam week, it means that now it is not. YAY LOGIC! But yes, that does mean I am done with school and it is now summer.
My sumer has begun in several spectacular ways. I began with a wonderful night out with some fantastic friends (get the full scoop here), then saw a stunning performance of The Pirates of Penzance! at A.R.T in Boston, have already begun rehearsals for one show, have come upon and electric guitar, and so much more is in store. Everything has gone according to plan-ish. Everything I have hoped for has happened. And yet, something is missing from me.
Remember those friends I was talking about? I'm missing them. Every moment I have texted the blonde of our group has made me smile; the jokes that keep cropping up in my head revive laughter buried away because it started in church. I lack the ability to mess with the dynamic duo. I miss these people whom I got to know in a matter of weeks. I miss being the walking talking guide to all things relationships. I miss being the eldest among my friends group for once in my entire &@##!*@%^$!ing life. And the scary thing is that I have only been gone six days. Not even a week. But these people have helped become my lifelines. They are the friends that I have gone to with the hundreds of problems that are wrong with the world and that are an injustice to me. They are the friends who I knew I could make my incredibly bad and perfectly timed sex jokes to and still get a laugh out of. And now I don't have them.
Instead I have the other group of friends, the one where I am among the youngest, the one where I love all of the people in the group as much or more than my actual family, the one that I will see almost every friday night for this summer. These people are the ones who already know everything there is to know, I go to them for all things relationships, they take care of me the same way I hope to take care of my Abbey friends. So yes, I miss my friends down south-ish, but what more could I ask from home.
And that is what is so special about my life, about my summer. A home is not a building, it is a place. A place where the people who are most special to you, the ones you care about most, live. I have two homes. And I know that I will get to be a part of both of them this summer. I wish I had more beautiful things to say, more poetic things, but I'll leave it as simply as I did. I have learned much in recent escapades with all of these friends ("siblings") and I know now to cherish each moment I'm with them. They sure can make them count.
Godspeed!
-T.F.
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