If you guys weren't aware, I'm so incredibly in love with the writing of one John Green. The quote above is from his amazing book Paper Towns. And it's what I'm going to blog about today.
I'm sure I've mentioned previously how last April I said good-bye to my awesome friends who are guys on account of how they're going to preach the word of God for two years straight, thus making our only form of communication good ol' snail mail. (For someone who spends so much time on the Internet, I already did have an appreciation for the mail but it sure has grown in the last year. If you ever need to know how much it costs to send letters to Scotland, I can let you know in a heartbeat.)
So here's where the quote comes in: Freshman year, for me, was amazing. I could not have asked for a better start to college. But here's the thing: all good things must come to an end. I spent many hours last year with my friends, both guys and girls, just sitting around and talking. When it got especially warm at the end of March and into April that time was spent outside on the basketball court and laying on a bunch of blankets outside one of our halls. These were people I had only known for seven months, if that. And yet it was the end of something so beautiful and something so full of love. Every moment we spent together was bittersweet only due to the fact that we knew that was one more moment we wouldn't have together. With the girls, I knew I would see them come fall. With the boys . . . it was kind of ridiculous because we would be saying good-bye before they were technically gone. I think my favorite things about the ending weeks of freshman year were sitting with my boys, not necessarily talking or doing anything besides watching movies or sitting, but just being with them, observing them; these things made the leaving a little more powerful and important. But like Q in Paper Towns, it was not the kind of sad I minded.
There were plenty of times I took a (figurative) step back and just listened to what was going on around me. Laying on blankets in the sun, "studying", was the perfect opportunity to take in everything. As sad as it was, knowing I wouldn't see my amazing boys for two years, it wasn't necessarily the hurting kind of sad. It was sad, and that was it. You couldn't stay sad for long around them because of the times we had already spent together.
Yes, it was an ending. But that's okay. I can handle an ending like that.