I knew it would happen, we'd grow up, and if I'm honest, I've wished it upon myself since tike-dom. But like many things which go too quick- I realize somewhere between hours spent aching for a snapshot of my first REAL apartment and calculating how many nights out I'd forgo to afford supplies to clean that chic-as-shit apartment, it happened.
I didn't register that part- the part where I was told that growing up meant one sister living across the country, and the other a state away, feeling equally as distant in my heart.
The part where thinking about the stresses of finding passion in your work and still zeros in your bank account (please note the plural here, for it is essential...) would be both the light and stress in life.
The part where leaving on a jet plane is reserved for rockin' out... alone, rather than boarding one to go, well, anywhere...
Well its all those parts I maybe should've paid more attention to, for now, they are my serious realities.
That's why this weekend was so wonderfully bittersweet, for jet planes were boarded, engines turned over, and down came the house- my parent's house that is. All together and lounging poolside, coronas in hand and tunes on our lips, we fell together again.
The routine's changed slightly, but the emotion, not at all. I love these people to the ends of what I can imagine, and being with them was a sip of a sweetness I'm now rarely allow a taste. These five people, entirely their own, yet always holding a sliver of each, came together for a time unspokenly short, and loved hard.
It's what life's about. Mine at least, and if not yours, come hang out for a bit, and I bet you'll make it your own too.
love this :) wish i were there too-
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