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My, you're looking lovely today. My name is Erika and I can think of few things I love more than baking and books. Cozy sweaters, bear hugs, Earl Grey tea and rainy days. I love nostalgia and hope your today is full of joy and wonder.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

never be the same

(Image from weheartit.com)

My friend, Hope (name change, just in case she doesn't want it here), moved away at the end of the summer.

It's nice, talking to her over MSN, hearing about her day and her school. But it's also weird--removed. Hope is one of those rare, wonderful people who are totally fearless and totally vulnerable at the same time. She was always up for anything; a loud, vibrant person. Except when she wasn't. Hope could be shy and awkward just as much as the rest of us. But she could make anyone feel comfortable with just a few words.

She's coming back to Terrace in a few days (13 days, 14 nights, she told me), and I'm excited, but I'm also worried about what might have changed.

Hope has always kind of overwhelmed me. She's so bright and alive and crazy, and I definitely wish I could be more like her. As much as I want to talk to her in person again, I'm a little worried.

She and one of her good friends have a bet going that Hope will star in a movie before her friend publishes a book. They're the kind of people that will still be in touch in, say, twenty years. Me? I'm not so sure.

I'm sure I'll still know at least a few of my close friends. I really can't be sure, though. I definitely want to know what all these fabulous people will do with their lives, but once we're no longer seeing each other in school every day, I don't know if we'll really remember.

There I go, getting all nostalgic over things that haven't happened yet.

One thing's for sure, though. I don't want to forget. The evening air is cool and crisp, and we have our fireplace lit. It's the perfect first day of Fall.

This is a season of courage.

Erika
Posted by Erika at 7:54 PM
Labels: fall, friends, high school, nostalgia, random, remembering and forgetting

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Erika, I love it. I think this may have been some of your best work yet, although its hard you say because you are an amazing writter. No one has ever written a blog post about me before and well, Im honnored.
I dont know if you ever intended me to read this or not but as luch would have it I happen to be thinking of you so I looked up your blog(Jo told me about it a while back) and all of the posts look good, I think i will definitely be reading them at some point.
Please dont worry too much about us seeing each other again, I really havn't changed all that much and I know you havn't. I mean sure its possible that it could be awkward for like the first couple of minutes but after that we will be back to the normal ways, I act crazy and you guys smile and nod so I dont feel too bad about it. Im still the same person that left at the end of the summer, kicking and screaming (Metaphoric, FYI). So I really cannot wait to see you :)
10 more days
ILU,
Hope *cough cough*

ps. For futur reference I really dont mind people usuing my real name but I do kind of like the hope thing you got working for it.

September 26, 2010 at 12:13 AM

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