After five years at college, I come home to a home that will no longer be my permanent residence. As I clean out over a decade of stuff from the home and room I grew up in, it allows me a final glimpse into a past that I have forgotten.
With a knack for saving all things sentimental and being a hoarder, I found movie stubs, souvenirs, receipts from restaurants, and photos. What was truly touching were letters I have received for birthdays, holidays, or letters just because.
Reading the letters, though wonderfully nostalgic and warm, was also kinda sad. It made me realize how some people who were so important to my life at the time are only Facebook acquaintances now—with the occasional like and comment and how I know what is going on with someone’s life is through my newsfeed. It reminds me of the friends I lost and the carelessness of youth that is now replaced with “adult responsibilities.”
On a lighter note, I also found my high school graduation speech that I delivered before the turning of the tassel. To sum it up, I pretty much talked about how I was pretty bummed to leave high school and how it made me sad realizing I wouldn’t see some people until our ten-year reunion in 2018. I talked about change before Obama made it big (maybe he heard my graduation speech). “America wants change, the world is ready for change, and you the class of 2008 is ready to be the change.”
So all in all, to give this slightly depressing post a happy ending, I can only say that though I am pretty bummed out about not staying in touch with some people, I am excited for the change that is to come. I can’t help but to cling onto the past and reminisce of times that were simpler and carefree. Times where we wrote letters instead of emails, used our home phones instead of cell phones, hung out at each others’ homes after school, being goofy and having fun without the need for liquid courage; times where the biggest problem in life was when so-and-so didn’t like you or when you didn’t have a ride to the movies. I really hope that one day I can look at some of my letters and not feel sad about the friends I lost; but to let yourself feel that sadness is another form of allowing yourself to accept your feelings and eventually let it pass.