Eight months from now, I will be graduating. This year is supposed to be the best year of my high school career-and I'm already off to a great start. I have an amazing boyfriend, great, supportive friends and a stellar family.
Eight months from now, I will need to make a choice.
I know it's coming, and the thought of it is crippling me already. The choice between following my boyfriend(if we are still together), or following my best friend. The choice between two careers-music or journalism. The choice between two completely different lifestyles, but either way I end up the same way. Crippled.
Never before have I lost anyone close to me, but in eight months I will. I've made three or four life long friends in high school, friends who when hurt we sit together on the phone and talk for hours. Friends that when I look at them I know something is wrong and no matter what we are doing I haul them aside and we talk. Friends that will, if I'm hurt, wake up at 4 in the morning when I call pleading for someone to talk too.
I love these people, my friends. But, eight months from now, everything changes.
I've always lived in one town, I've always known the exact same things and the people I'm in school with now are people I grew up with and we played with each other in the sand box. My boyfriend and I, we've known each other when he moved to my elementary school from South Africa. (Mind you, we weren't friends then, but we did know of each other.)
The mere thought of having to move almost 11 hours away from him cripples me already, it brings tears to my eyes and my chest starts to ache. The thought of any of my life long friends moving 11 hours away or more than, it creates the same effect.
I don't know how I'm going to handle this, I am aware anything can happen in these eight months, and I'm aware my best friend might go to the same city as my boyfriend and I won't have to choose, I'll follow them.
Music has always been my first passion in life, but I love journalism as well. The thought of giving up my passion isn't hard on me. Everyone tells me I will need to make a choice on my future, on what will be better for me, music or journalism. But how can I make that choice when I don't care which I do, as long as I'm with those I love and care about?
Eight months from now...it seems so far away, but it's not...
The choices will begin even before then.
Eight months from now, I will need to make a choice.
I know it's coming, and the thought of it is crippling me already. The choice between following my boyfriend(if we are still together), or following my best friend. The choice between two careers-music or journalism. The choice between two completely different lifestyles, but either way I end up the same way. Crippled.
Never before have I lost anyone close to me, but in eight months I will. I've made three or four life long friends in high school, friends who when hurt we sit together on the phone and talk for hours. Friends that when I look at them I know something is wrong and no matter what we are doing I haul them aside and we talk. Friends that will, if I'm hurt, wake up at 4 in the morning when I call pleading for someone to talk too.
I love these people, my friends. But, eight months from now, everything changes.
I've always lived in one town, I've always known the exact same things and the people I'm in school with now are people I grew up with and we played with each other in the sand box. My boyfriend and I, we've known each other when he moved to my elementary school from South Africa. (Mind you, we weren't friends then, but we did know of each other.)
The mere thought of having to move almost 11 hours away from him cripples me already, it brings tears to my eyes and my chest starts to ache. The thought of any of my life long friends moving 11 hours away or more than, it creates the same effect.
I don't know how I'm going to handle this, I am aware anything can happen in these eight months, and I'm aware my best friend might go to the same city as my boyfriend and I won't have to choose, I'll follow them.
Music has always been my first passion in life, but I love journalism as well. The thought of giving up my passion isn't hard on me. Everyone tells me I will need to make a choice on my future, on what will be better for me, music or journalism. But how can I make that choice when I don't care which I do, as long as I'm with those I love and care about?
Eight months from now...it seems so far away, but it's not...
The choices will begin even before then.
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