College college college college college college COLLEGE. Quit reminding me of college. Every time you do, something else gets all jumbled up and rearranged in my life. Just when I think I have it all figured out, I remember something else that may or may not play a role in where I actually want to go with my life. Like today, for example, when my school counselor came to class to help us prep for the ACT. I found myself in deep thought for most of the time, so I got nothing out of it, really. All I could think of was the wonderful relationships I have built and will continue to build here in Columbus, and how painful it will be to walk out of the center of my community, and start a new (ish) life. I mean ya, I can still keep in touch. But it’s not really that way with this community. These friendships are perfect, and I know they all spend countless hours with each other. I am lucky to spend one or two a week with them, and I am more than thankful for those few hours of my life. Those few hours each week are my life. In fact, when I think about it, they are the parts of my life that mean the most to me. So, yes, this plays a HUGE role on where I will be attending college. Because yes, I have every intention of being around these people all the time, for as long as I can. So… that just blew my plans to go off to college away from home…
That’s just the thing. This community is becoming my home. And at this point, I am definitely not ready to leave home.
But then I remember that I won’t be the only one going off to college in a year, all of those friends will too. It’s only hard because most of the friends in this community are already settled, out of college, or in it. They aren’t leaving, but I am. That’s hard. But it won’t be as hard to move away from the friends that are moving away too, because I know we’ll come back together someday.
After all these thoughts and more, I know that in a year I will be in a different place with these friendships. Maybe we’ll be closer. Maybe it will be even harder to move away. Or maybe I’ll be ready to. I probably shouldn’t worry about it. In the end, the most meaningful friendships will stick with me no matter where I go, right?
It’s funny where thoughts can take me.