it's weird to think that this is our last summer in high school. next year we'll be the ones moving away to college and crying at graduation [dont lie, u all kno u will] but somehow, it doesn't seem like the end, but a new beginning in a world where noone know's ur past.
i kno that goin to college means a new segment in my life, and i kno that i can't stay in wiss forever. i say i wont move, but im starting to rethink all of that. life's what we make it, and staying in one place sort of shows a fear of change [not to suggest anything to anyone who plans to stay around]. college is supposed to be a time when we start the rest of our lives, doing something we want to do, learning about something we're passionate about. it's a time to move on from all the bad memories and start again fresh, but sadly that means leaving the good memories too.
there's the dread, the harsh reality all of us have to face: the fact that we won't have the security of high school anymore, and we won't have the teachers we've grown to love push us to do what we can. we won't have those that we love with all our hearts close by to run to when something exciting happens. shopping trips will be even less sparce, if they even happen. we'll leave the ones we love, some of us going farther away then others. my dread comes from potenially leaving those i love with all my heart *kath*gi*de*chris*chels*the rest of 12-2*some of 12-1* but it's all good cause ill always have them. i love u guys aaf.
yet starting over does have a particular goodness to it too. perhaps building better friendships with those you leave, because you leave. gaining a better understanding of what those friendships mean, and not taking them for granted, because you're so far away and want to hold onto a peice of the past. hell, im gone for 2 months and i feel like this.
i prefer life in denmark to that of the US because it's so much easier. dont ask me how, because life is life and the challenges come no matter where u are, but still, i like it better. my cuz's got my heart, every last 1 of em *thomas*louise*christian*christina*lotta*d
orthe*knud*peter* and all them far extended cousins. they're great, and i lvoe them all. me thomas louise christian and christina may all move to københavn [not so big for them, huge for me] and we'll have fun, but that's just one of my options for next year. københavn universitet looks better and better every day because i have all my family here. hell, aalborg universitet would rock.
somehow i think the farther i go from philly, the better off ill be. i dont kno why, but i dont think im running away. i think im running towards something great that i always knew i wanted, and im just dying to grab now. the closer i get to filling out those applications, the closer i get to thinking: "do i really want to apply to schools solely in pennsylvania?" forget just philly, the entire state's too close for me i think.
having the option to go overseas for school for free is not an option for anyone i kno except me and my brother. but somehow, it seems like the best option for me. i know my cousins, and they know me, they almost break my wrists, but they know me. i love my cousins and they love me. they heard about my citizenship and my thoughts of potentially going to school in denmark and tehy were so happy, i'm "one of them."
and for once in my life, "one of them" sounds good, and i want to fit in with the crowd. for once in my life, i feel like i belong, and for once in my life, i kno that there won't be jokes made at my expense if i do something wrong, or pronounce something wrong. it's the exact opposite of high school, and im not one to complain. they know me, they get me, they understand. i've never had that feeling before now. noone has ever known the real me, gotten the real me, or understood the real me...
the me people know is just a cover, an exterior, a shell if you will. and noone, not a sole, not even christie, kathy, gi, de, chelsea, chris, or laura could know the real me without knowing all of denmark first. without knowing the happiness i have when im here, without knowing what makes me me. it's weird, but those bff's dont rly look like bff's now.
maybe i've just been lying to myself for 17 years. . . .
i love you guys, i really do, but honestly just the cuz's know the real me. . . i hate to admit that but i have to. the real anne belongs in denmark. hopefully fate agrees with me.