Yesterday was crap. Friday night I said goodbye to Joe, Sam, and Tommy. That sucked. Then Saturday morning I got on a train to Frankfurt and said goodbye to Audrey and Amy—indefinitely. I know I will see these amazing girls again but I have no idea when that will be. All of us are a bit strapped for money after this semester, Amy’s off to France next semester, where she’ll be working and improving her French but paying an outrageous 500 euro/month in rent! (More than she’ll be earning, I might add.) And Audrey’s headed back to the University of Northern Iowa, where she’ll keep studying History education. Audrey’s not too far away and I know Amy will always be phone call away but I’ve gotten so “accustomed to [their] face[s],” how am I supposed to go back to life without them? Whenever I’ve been bored in the last 4 months, I’ve gone down to Room 111 and plopped myself down on Amy’s bed-- I couldn’t even begin to count the hours I spent with those two.
The bleakness of that situation is PARALLED by the sheer JOY that keeps surging through me. As I write this, I will see my family in 30 minutes. THIRTY MINUTES. I want to get up and JUMP! I’m not going to be a hot mess. I haven’t seen my family since September 3. Wow. That’s 107 days of not seeing my family.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been torn about my feelings. My joy for seeing my family was a bit overwhelmed by my reluctance to be done with this semester and my time with my wonderful *new* friends. It’s a family vacation (and not only that, a *Broadbent* family vacation)... that basically demands some form of an argument. I haven’t seen my family for 107 days and I just want to enjoy it—not deal with who is mad at whom. I’ll just say: that’s long gone.
I get to see my family! Yeah, it feels pretty darn good.
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