842 Miles

842 Miles

There’s this famous saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder. While I agree with it, I would like to take the liberty to amend the saying a bit. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and persevere. My boyfriend, Mike, and I live exactly 842 miles apart from each other. Michigan to Connecticut is a long distance. I’m just going to be honest, some days the 842 miles apart thing absolutely sucks. I mean like I want to scream into a pillow and throw a remote against the wall kind of suck.

There’s also a saying you hear people tell all the time that goes something like love is complicated. I don’t really need to amend that one, it’s true all on its own. I believe in fate—I believe that since the beginning of time, it was mapped out that Mike and I would meet and end up together. That no matter what, nothing along the way can sever this fate-string connection that we have. Without getting all sappy and sentimental, Mike is the love of my life (honey if you are reading this hi, thanks for being here). The hardest part of our love in this season of life is that we are separated by a stretch of 842 miles.

Michael and I constantly have to remind ourselves that the distance isn’t forever. Soon enough we will be next to each other every day. It gives us hope, don’t get me wrong, but I still live with the fact that we aren’t there yet. It was really hard for me once I got back from my vacation out to CT. I saw him every day for five straight days. We did everything together. And then I had to get on a plane and go home. I was seeing the person I love the most every day and then suddenly, I wasn’t, and I didn’t know when I’d get to see him again. I remember calling him when I got home and saying something along the lines of, babe I’m already saving up for the next trip, okay?

My parents constantly remind me that long distance is a lot different than it used to be. They tell of when my mom was still in college in Indiana and my dad was back here in Michigan and they’d talk on the phone maybe once a week while they were dating. But here I am in 2018, where Mike and I can text during the day, we can call each other, we can facetime/skype, we can be in a party together while we play on our xboxs. We constantly have a way of being in communication with each other. So, although we may not be physically together, we can still “virtually” be together. Uck, I hate that word, I can’t explain why, but I really don’t like the word virtually. But I digress. It’s true that long distance relationships are a lot different than when my parents were doing it. Sometimes it boggles my mind how technology is shaping our lives and society so much and quite honestly so fast.

I may not be in Connecticut with Michael yet, but I’m extremely thankful I can still talk to him every day and see his face still. We definitely have those days where we are getting ready to fall asleep and are just like, dang it, I wish you were here, ughhhh. And I say the same thing every time, soon enough Mike, soon enough.

842 miles has got nothing on us.

Post Graduation Thoughts

Post Graduation Thoughts

Yesterday, I donned my white cap and gown, red stole, and silver magna cum laude cord. I had my name presented as I walked across the stage, shook a board member’s hand and received my diploma. I stood up with my fellow graduates and moved my tassel from right to the left, and exited Spring Lake High School for the last time in my life.

To put it lightly, high school was hard for me. Academically, I never had a problem. I breezed through the classes, maintaining a superior GPA with little to no studying and excellent test taking skills. I had my niche for English, and flourished in any class that had reading or writing involved. I made great relationships with teachers and other faculty members. But when it came to connecting with my peers, I never fared well.

Out of the nearly 200 students that graduated yesterday, I maintain contact with less than five of them. Although it is noted that I did graduated 7 months early, so life moves on and people change, I still returned for graduation with few connections. I never felt the need to have the most friends, be on the top of the food chain, or “run the school”, but coming from a place that prides itself on its small town, amicable community, I often felt disregarded.

I always felt ahead of the game in some ways; feeling more mature and prepared for the future than some of my peers. I left high school early to start college because I was ready—I realized that high school had nothing left to offer me. I was ready for a fresh start with new people and a new atmosphere. So far, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed that. But coming back to high school for graduation was something I wasn’t fully prepared for.

I had to return to the place that I associate with a lot of broken relationships, hurt, anxiety, and difficulty. I had to return to a sea of students so happy and high on life—something I already experienced more than half a year earlier. Don’t get me wrong, I was excited about graduation. I was looking forward to it. But coming back to the high school reminded me why I left—to find the real me with a new and fresh start.

I am grateful for the knowledge that I gained, for the few amazing relationships I have, and the teachers who inspired me daily. I am grateful that I could go to a high school that is passionate about college preparedness and exceeding expectations. I’m grateful for some of the acquaintances who could still muster kindness and humor, to make me feel welcomed at times when I felt pushed aside. I’m grateful that I made it to graduation day.

I went up to hug a friend after graduation and she said to me, “Who would have thought that we would make it through the worst 4 years of our lives?” That sums up high school for me. I had some wonderful times in high school, but my life was changing so much, and a lot happened to me and my family within those years, that it was hard to tackle maturing through life and dealing with the sometimes pettiness of high school–those years weren’t my best.

I made it through some of the worst years of my life and came out on top. I graduated early, got a head start on the rest of my life, and have cherished some of the memories that I will hold on to forever. I hesitate to say it’s been great Spring Lake High School, but in the end, I can accept that sometimes the good does outweigh the overwhelming amount of bad.

Graduation was something to check of the list of things to do—it was a loose end to tie up. In the midst of finishing my first semester of college, getting a job, and now officially graduating from high school, I’d say it has been a good 7 months. I look forward to plenty more in the future. And I wish everyone in the graduating class of 2016 all and only the best for your future.

The “Bail Out” Club.

The “Bail Out” Club.

People come into our lives for many reasons. Some teach us lessons. Some make us grow. Some encourage us and help us. And some come into our lives just to leave. These select few belong to what I refer to as The “Bail Out” Club.

I have been (un)fortunate enough to come into contact with many BOC members. Through knowing these people, I have cultivated the 5 major traits of a “Bail Out” Club member:

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