My twin brothers will be leaving on Wednesday. They are both serving missions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They will spend the next two years wearing suits and nametags and speaking Spanish and preaching the gospel. One will be in Argentina and the other twin will be in Paraguay.
On the same day next week my best friend Katie Jo will also leave to serve a mission. She will spend the next eighteen months wearing a skirt and a nametag and speaking Spanish and preaching the gospel. She will be in Uruguay.
Let it be known that I support missionaries and I support missions. I do not, however, like the fact that my best friend and my brothers are leaving the same day and that I can't spend time with all three of them simultaneously.
I have a New Zealand reunion tomorrow. I love my friends from New Zealand. They're the first solid group of friends I've ever had. I love everything about New Zealand because it was the best time in my life. Ever. And that's a fact. (You can read about
all my adventures on my New Zealand Blog) Katie Jo, whom I met because of New Zealand, just informed me she will not be attending because she has family events. I also have family over for my brothers' farewell but I wanted to go to the reunion to see Katie Jo because I won't be able to see Katie Jo's farewell on Sunday. But Katie Jo won't be at the reunion because she'll be with her family and I'm thinking I should also be with my family but at the same time I have to go to the party because I planned the darn thing and there's a part of me that is grasping at my New Zealand friendships the same way I try to catch the words that have already leapt out of my mouth. How am I going to see Katie Jo again? Should I go to the party? Should I stay at home to be with my family even though I'm not going to get my brothers to myself because all the aunts and uncles of other people will be running around rampant? GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!This Christmas is going to suck. Christmas morning will be sad and empty. Katie Jo has been my confidant over the past few years and soon I will be left standing on the curb, metaphorically. I don't get attached to a lot of people because I know people come and go. But when I do get attached, it's brutally hard when I have no choice but to let them go. A lot of these emotions I am dealing with are similar to what I was feeling when I wrote I Call Shotgun! Sometimes people just float away.
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"Some people just float away." Some of the hardest words to deal with in life. But it's times like that, we tend to find ourselves lucky to notice someone floating in.
does make it any less painless, just brighter.
Dearest Marcindra,
I am terribly sorry about your plight. However--if you don't come to that "darn" thing you planned after all your threats about hauntings and bad things coming if we don't attend, well...I don't even want to know what kind of misfortunes will befall you. And plus, I can't imagine a New Zealand reunion without you in it. So please, come?
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