The month has been all about love and the different types that we find. I didn’t get too personal here but I hope that my recommendations are helpful to you! I’ll talk more about March and what all to expect tomorrow. But I just wanted to share some of my ideas here now. March has a whole week of spring break which I’ll talk about a lot in my posts. The main theme is just going to be education. Some important things to learn, guides, lists, all that sort of stuff. There will also be a lot of recommendations that I find helpful and hopefully you will enjoy.
I thought I’d do something new. I haven’t written any fiction on my blog because it’s more pop culture related than creative writing. I thought I’d at least try it out in order to mix it up a little bit. I’ve been writing pretty much the same thing because I’m not sure what else to say in relation to my theme. Writing a fictional story about change seems like a good idea and I might try to do at least one a month, maybe more in the coming months! Hope you enjoy the story.
I’ve lived in the same bright blue picket fence house in the small state of Connecticut all my life. My neighbor Maddie has been my best friend since I was old enough to talk. Our moms have been best friends since my mom moved in two years after Maddie’s mom. Her mom came over to welcome my parents to the neighborhood and they became instant friends. Maddie and I went to the same school. We’ve been in the same classes all of our lives. That all changed when my parents took me aside one day when Maddie and I were working on homework in my room and told me we had to move to California.
My dad is a filmmaker. He’s been making low budget documentaries since I was a little girl. After a visit with a fellow filmmaker, my dad felt like his best chance to make quality movies was heading for California. My mom makes her own jewelry and collects vintage clothes along with some other vintage items she loves. She also visited California with my dad when the two had their sets sights on a house. My mom had never been to Los Angeles before so she hunted out some vintage stores to look at. Much to her surprise, the city and some smaller surrounding cities were vintage goldmines. They visited the local school and reported back to me that I would just love it. How can I love something that I’ve never seen before? I’m used to my high school and I have no interest in going anywhere else. I tried to talk my parents into letting me finish my last two years of high school here but they said a change of scenery would be good for me.
I’m sixteen years old. I’m old enough to know what’s good for me and what’s not. Maddie’s family offered to take me in but my parents said that part of me growing up is adjusting. I’m the one who has to say goodbye to the town I was born and raised in.
My parents gave me the news in May which left me three months before I had to move. Saying goodbye is never easy. I know now that it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I didn’t have a choice in the matter and I think that’s the hardest pill to swallow. Maddie’s whole family came over the morning we officially left to say our final goodbyes. Maddie and I were both only children so it was like she was my only sister. She was having a hard time letting me go, crying incessantly and refusing to let go of me as I tried to load my stuff into the U-Haul.
“Lissie, please don’t go,” she kept crying and repeating over and over.
My real name is Annalisa but Maddie has called me that since we were babies. I was lucky to live next door to Maddie for sixteen years. Even though I no longer have it, I just have to keep in that in mind.
“We’ll always be best friends Maddie. You don’t have to worry about that,” I told her as we both hugged each other with tears streaming down our faces. We knew that things would be different with me halfway across the world but someday, if our friendship really means something, we’ll still be close friends. That was the day I learned how you say goodbye.
All of our lives, we desperately dream about the day we get to move out of our parents house. We feel so trapped when we’re young and feel as if we’ll be there for the rest of our lives. Somehow, we make it out, and as soon as that happens, we want back in. Being on your own is very seldom glamorous. Of course, don’t take my word for it since I’ve lived with my parents all of my 18 years here on Earth. I’ve dreamed of gaining that independency and moving out with few visits back home. Thing haven’t gone according to plan in that regard for several different boring reasons that really aren’t relevant. I know a little bit about this through my older brother, who always dreamed of being on his own but now he just finds it lonely.
How do we get past the loneliness of our newfound independency and into the awesome part? A major factor is time and adjusting to the new place that you’re living in. My brother moved about six hours away from us and down to North Carolina versus our hometown. My brother didn’t know anyone and found an apartment just a few weeks before he moved down there for law school. He lives in his apartment alone and living alone is my brothers worst nightmare. While I prefer the quiet, my brother desires the company of at least one or two people, often his whole group of friends.
Living on your own is difficult especially when you’ve lived with your parents your whole life. It can be hard to just wake up in a new place and find a new routine where you had your safe and consistent routine at the house or houses you grew up in. I think that everyone living by themselves, especially an extremely long ways from home is bound to feel intense loneliness. It’s bound to pass once you become accustomed, possibly even enjoy having a space where you can just enjoy yourself and have alone time. You’ll set your own routine and the loneliness that seemed like it would never disappear, simply evaporated one day. It becomes less of a big deal. Embrace your independence. Your mom may not be there with you to hold your hand but you’re strong enough to face the world head on and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.