But, I am we'll aware that these things are not over. Writing and volunteering am running are all very accessible to me at Wake Forest next year and I can continue to do these things that I love.
So yes, I was sad to say goodbye to my high school things, but not nearly as miserable as saying goodbye to my high school people will be. I've said it before and I don't say it enough, my friends and teachers and coaches and siblings are all so good. Each one of them is unique from one another but the same in the sense that they have been better to me than I imagine I deserve. Thinking about leaving them for new people feels like the contents of my stomach as been shoveled out and moved into a lump in my throat. I love the people I know.
But, the more I have had time to think about this love and this sadness, the more I have been able to work out some sort of comfort. Strongly, I believe that the people I surround myself with have formed who I am- that I am not an original self but a combination of the things these people have taught me to be. If this is true, then when I board the plane that will take me to my new home in August, I will not be leaving a single person behind.
When I look up on a dark night and think of how small my problems are, I will be doing it through my friend. When I muster up enough courage to admit my unhappiness, I will know exactly who showed me how to. When I write a letter or dance in the hallways or eat pasta or drive without my windshield wipers on or go to Denny's, I will think of who else I did these things with.
This fall, when my dorm room feels empty and new, I hope I can remember to look in the mirror. There, within myself, I will know I am with all the people who are so close to me right now.
Thank you so much - everyone I know - for being the influence that has built me.
Your impact is an irreversible comfort.
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