Ferris Bueller, you’re my hero.
Ok, maybe he’s not my hero, but he makes profound statements that apply to my current life situation. In the period of a week I did the following: crossed the Atlantic, graduated from college, said goodbye to the life I knew and loved for four years, moved to NY (that’s a three day drive, people), and started my first “real” job. The word ‘busy’ has taken on a whole new meaning.
Now that I’ve officially begun a new phase of my life, I’m beginning to truly appreciate all that I left behind. Late night dance parties with Candace and Suzanne, all the people at Calvary Baptist Church, the miniscule faux wood-paneled apartment I lived in for two years, fajita taco combos at Taco Cabana, being within driving distance of my family, babysitting Keaton and Laine every week, and countless other tiny things that made my life happy.
I’m relying on the memories of those tiny things to get me through the hard days and lonely nights, and through the times when it seems the tears just won’t stop. (I don’t know when I got so emotional – I don’t think I like it). I’m also relying on those memories to stick with me through the good times too; they’re part of what make me who I am today.
Life moves pretty fast – if you don’t stop and look around every once in awhile, you might miss it.