BALTIMORE

I'm pretty sure that I said something in my first post about using this blog not just exclusively for crafting. If not, forgive me. My mind has been completely consumed with thoughts all night. So here it goes.


Summer break ends in 1 1/2 hours. Tomorrow, I will wake up at six a.m., curl my hair, do my makeup perfectly, put on my cute firstdayofschool outfit, and drive to downtown Nashville to my new school. I am so incredibly excited and so incredibly nervous. This is the first big change that will happen in my life. For seven years I attended a small, private, Christian school and then transitioned to a slightly larger small, private, girls' college preparatory school. In T-minus 9 hours, I will be a student at a public school right in the heart of Nashville. I know one other student, and tomorrow is his first day as well. I get to wear real clothes (no more kilts and boat shoes) and see boys every day (gasp!). So. Much. Change.


But what also happens tomorrow: one of my best friends, Megan, will move to Baltimore. She'll be thirteen hours away, in a different time zone, at a new school, and with new people. The very tiny part of me that is motherly worries for Megan. Will she make friends quickly? Will she find the right friends if she does? I want to hold her hand and walk her in to school on her first day. She'd probably hate me for that (in a loving way, of course). Megan's definitely not the most touchy, sappy person. I'm not either, at least on the surface. Since we'll both be going our own ways tomorrow, I went over to Megan's house tonight. It was so disquieting to pull into her driveway for the last time and walk into her dimly lit, completely empty, huge house. I guess I truly realized that things are happening. Everything is changing. Luckily for me and her both, Megan's quirkiness and my ability to hide my emotions made this evening much less awful than it had the potential to be. Tonight we hugged more times than we have during our whole friendship. It's just odd, the way everything is happening. 


Tomorrow, the first of August, marks changes for Megan and me that will completely alter our lives forever. And I think things are changing for our best. After fifteen miles of weeping while driving to Megan's house, fifteen miles of jamming out to One Direction on my way home, and collapsing on my bed for a few quiet moments once I got home, I am thoroughly exhausted. Life's good. Stuff's good. Let's go.


Sincerely, Mary Claire