We are supposed to write for Tuesday’s class so here goes nothing.
My spring break consisted of pretty much nothing. My boyfriend picked me up on his way home. He goes to Tennessee State University in Nashville, Tennessee. He drove five hours to Miami University and then I drove two hours back to Columbus, Ohio. I couldn’t have been in a better mood on the way back. I was so excited to be back with him and my family.
Once back, I knew that it was like a ticking time bomb. It was going to “blow up” (or end) and I knew when it was going to do so. I had a certain amount of time (8 days) to get done with everything I wanted to do, see everything and everyone and get some alone time. 8 days… 8 days was NOT enough. I ended up doing nothing really. I had planned to go to Ohio University in Athens, Ohio to see my older sister. She is a graduate student there and I was eager to see her and her little dog. However, I never got the chance to do it. Actually, that is a lie, I had plenty of time to do it...but I never did. I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend rather than go down to see her.
I don’t drink, so spring break was no party for me. I spent most of my nights with my boyfriend. Actually I spent every evening with my boyfriend. We were either playing Cranium with his parents or mine ha-ha. It was a lot of fun though; I love Cranium.
As the week went on, I started to realize how so much time had passed. I only had a few more days with my boyfriend and my family. Once I started to think about the little time I had left, I was never left alone by the thought. I was trying to wake up early so I could see things, do things, etc. But it wasn’t ever enough. I wasn’t ever satisfied. It was infuriating.
And then, the time came when I was dozing off for the last time. I was almost in tears. What is so strange, is how I don’t miss my siblings at all. I miss my dad and my boyfriend. Those are the only two people I ever miss. Oh and my dog. I knew it’d be the same way again. As I left my house Sunday afternoon, I started crying, as usual, as I gave my dad a hug. I jump in the car with my boyfriend and just cry for twenty minutes as we drive down the highway. Mostly because I just left my dad, but also because I knew I’d have to leave him once we got to Miami. I tried my best to fight the fear and I was doing pretty well until we got to the exit for Miami.
I lost it all over again. I was crying too hard and shaking too much when we got to Miami. I was able to talk him into staying for a little bit (an hour or so), which was nice. But I knew he couldn’t stay much longer; he had a 5 hour drive ahead of him. I was a complete and utter mess around five o’clock when he left Miami.
He’s my best friend and has been for two and a half years. Finding out that he was going to a completely different state for college was the hardest news I’ve heard in a long time. August 21st was one of the hardest days of my life. I had to leave my dad and my boyfriend for the first time. Ever since, I’ve just never been the same. I miss Chris (my boyfriend) and my dad more than anything in the world. I’d give almost anything for Chris to be here, to go to Miami.
It’s been a very difficult seven months since I’ve been at Miami. And although I like the sight and size of Miami, I do not think I will pursue my education here any longer. I plan to continue at The Ohio State University. It is closer to home and it is a place my boyfriend is considering transferring to. Also, my older brother goes to OSU, which would make me feel more comfortable. OSU is about fifteen minutes away from my house, so I am also able to go home almost any time that I want. I really think I’d be happier with that.
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