"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted." -Sylvia Plath
Today I was asked if there was any part of me that was sad to be leaving high school, and to my surprise, I said yes. I never, ever, in a million years, thought I would be sad to leave high school. But I sort of am, just a little bit. It's bittersweet, you know?
The other night I sat next to Trevor and Tristin and across from Whitney and Mackay at our usual table at the local dairy queen. We all ordered mini cookie jar blizzards, per usual, and sat around the booth laughing and talking about life. With only 6 days of our high school career left, there was a feeling in the air that this might just be the last time we do this.
It's weird. We're moving on and growing up and it's wonderful ands scary and...weird. Did I already say weird? Boy oh boy, is it weird.
Trevor has been called on a mission to Bolivia and is leaving in July, Garrett is going to El Salvador, and Ty is going to Canada. Tristin is getting his call in a matter of weeks. Josh is playing BYU Football and Whitney is moving 2,635 miles away from me to BYU-Hawaii, her dream school. Cerena and Mackay and Cassidy and Laura all still have a year left, those poor things. ;)
Bittersweet is a word I've been using a lot lately.
