We're steadily closing in on my final week in Chapel Hill before I depart for Atlanta (on the 26th) and ultimately Japan (on the 28th). Its finally starting to sink in that I'm seeing some of my friends for the last time now, and that they may very well move away before I return in a year or two. Chapel Hill won't be the same when I come back, and neither will my friends, or myself for that matter. I find this thought pretty unnerving. I'm notorious for striving to maintain a comfortable, unchanging existence -- I've been known to put up with people's crap for far longer than I should so as to preserve a (usually false) sense of comfort. And now I'm about to throw myself head first into an extremely uncomfortable situation. I'm partly excited, because I know this sort of instant, extreme change will be good for my character. I'm also slightly terrified, because I know extremely abrupt changes are something I have trouble dealing with. Whatever happens, I'm certain I will come out of this experience an incredibly badass person.
Another down side to this whole moving business is that I have met so many awesome people in the last few months. That always seems to be the way with me -- as soon as I meet people that I really mesh well with, either I or they move on to something new. It happened pretty much every year of high school (I was friends with Seniors every stinking year) and now its happening again. I just hope I can stay in touch with everyone. You all know you can come visit me ANY TIME. Really. Please come visit me -- you'll have a free place to stay in Japan, so you'd be crazy not to.
Speaking of really awesome people, I met of number of them this past weekend at the All Good music festy in West Virginia. It's comforting to know that I can meet wonderful people anywhere and any time. All Good was definitely the most fun of all my festivals and concerts this summer (mainly due to the awesome company), and it was the perfect way to end my summer music circuit. When Sunday finally rolled around, I didn't want to leave, especially since I knew I might not see the incredible folks I camped with ever again. We talked about meeting up at another festival next Spring or Summer, and I certainly hope that happens -- I need to see you all again!!!! You all better keep in touch so we can make sure that happens.
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Girl, that spocket bit is the grossest thing I've ever heard. I can't even tell you how much it makes my skin crawl. Spocket. ha.
Anyways, love you forever. I'm so proud of you for ripping up your roots like this. It's a deep, dark plunge but it feels so right after a while [so many mixed metaphors, my god]. I reckon I will come see you eventually, although I admit I'm a little afraid of being poked in the knees. You know how I am with the rice.
Because tell happiness, best friend.
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