Goodbye and Goodluck my Rebecca
Thursday, 24. August 2006, 07:22:55
While it's been a while since I've called her my Rebecca, in some ways she always will be.
Rebecca was one of my two best friends through High School. Unfortunately, we didn't go to the same school but it was actually through our music school that we met. I gave her a ride back before she could drive (I could just barely) and in her 10th grade year, we became great friends. I attended both her Proms with her and just love that girl.
She moved away in 2001, off to college. She learned to drink, sing and met a boy she loves.
We run into eachother not so often and I refuse to myspace so I only keep up with her when I see her on AIM or call her. She's one of those people who I always expect to be friends with...
Tonight I saw her on AIM and sent her an IM. She was in town! For 8 more hours... Tomorrow she leaves for New York City with her boyfriend. I was amazed and bummed, I called her and I felt so frustrated that she was so close but so far.
Who knows when we'll see eachother again. But nevertheless work tomorrow morning and an early morning for her. But how could I not NOT see my friend.... and so I drove over to her house, like I have a thousand times before, not so much in the past few years.
Up the winding roads that are so familiar yet have changed and developed so much more over the years. Trees have grown, new lawns, strange and unfamiliar. There is this street light in front of her house. How many times I've sat in front of her house under that streetlight. It's yellowish gaze watching over all of us.
How many Proms, how many parties, how many achings over Lauren and Melissa, how many times have I helped Rebecca pack for a trip and sent her on her way? All under such a watchful streetlight... Hundreds, truly. I remember some of those times with her so vividly. Sitting in her room, in her basement (before and after it was finished), talking to her mom, her dad, her sister, her crazed homicidal cat (did get used to me).
So many wonderful memories in this place, though they have all new couches, new floor, we're grown up, everything looks different... except that streetlight. It casts that same yellow light, same light post... the eerie perfect rememberance.
I kissed her cheek, held her, gave her my love and wished her safe travels. She'll be fine, I'm sure of it. She is moving to NYC with her guy and they'll do it. They'll make it great and wonderful. I'm just so proud of her.
And I too want her to be proud of me. She's a good friend who I've spent hours on the phone with and who just... puts a big ol' smile on my face.
So to Rebecca, though I wished it in person. I'd like to put it out there with a bit more eloquence and a lot more thought. I wish you the very best on this newest adventure, this latest journey and though this was another goodbye may it lead to our next hello... and more to follow.
Rebecca, my dear Rebecca, Goodbye, Sweet Dreams and Good Luck.
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Rebecca was one of my two best friends through High School. Unfortunately, we didn't go to the same school but it was actually through our music school that we met. I gave her a ride back before she could drive (I could just barely) and in her 10th grade year, we became great friends. I attended both her Proms with her and just love that girl.
She moved away in 2001, off to college. She learned to drink, sing and met a boy she loves.
We run into eachother not so often and I refuse to myspace so I only keep up with her when I see her on AIM or call her. She's one of those people who I always expect to be friends with...
Tonight I saw her on AIM and sent her an IM. She was in town! For 8 more hours... Tomorrow she leaves for New York City with her boyfriend. I was amazed and bummed, I called her and I felt so frustrated that she was so close but so far.
Who knows when we'll see eachother again. But nevertheless work tomorrow morning and an early morning for her. But how could I not NOT see my friend.... and so I drove over to her house, like I have a thousand times before, not so much in the past few years.
Up the winding roads that are so familiar yet have changed and developed so much more over the years. Trees have grown, new lawns, strange and unfamiliar. There is this street light in front of her house. How many times I've sat in front of her house under that streetlight. It's yellowish gaze watching over all of us.
How many Proms, how many parties, how many achings over Lauren and Melissa, how many times have I helped Rebecca pack for a trip and sent her on her way? All under such a watchful streetlight... Hundreds, truly. I remember some of those times with her so vividly. Sitting in her room, in her basement (before and after it was finished), talking to her mom, her dad, her sister, her crazed homicidal cat (did get used to me).
So many wonderful memories in this place, though they have all new couches, new floor, we're grown up, everything looks different... except that streetlight. It casts that same yellow light, same light post... the eerie perfect rememberance.
I kissed her cheek, held her, gave her my love and wished her safe travels. She'll be fine, I'm sure of it. She is moving to NYC with her guy and they'll do it. They'll make it great and wonderful. I'm just so proud of her.
And I too want her to be proud of me. She's a good friend who I've spent hours on the phone with and who just... puts a big ol' smile on my face.
So to Rebecca, though I wished it in person. I'd like to put it out there with a bit more eloquence and a lot more thought. I wish you the very best on this newest adventure, this latest journey and though this was another goodbye may it lead to our next hello... and more to follow.
Rebecca, my dear Rebecca, Goodbye, Sweet Dreams and Good Luck.
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