Yesterday
at 5:30 p.m I finally turned in my final undergrad paper, ever! It felt great…like
this weird weight came off my shoulders after turning it in (yea, last minute
as usual). I still can’t believe tomorrow I finish my internship and that’s it,
my 4 years in college will be over. It definitely hasn’t been what I expected;
college years weren’t all that great for me. I never fell in love with my career,
didn’t love the city I was in, but I learned a lot and made great friends which
I know I will be keeping in touch throughout my life. If someone had told me at
the age of 15 that I was gonna be living with my boyfriend, been with him since
the age of 20, and probably moving to Lima, Peru with him…I would have never
believed it! I expected my college years to be crazy, partying and drinking and
being “crazy” but truth is…that’s just not me.
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Mr. P is the only person who has really gotten through these walls since they went up...high school friends are family are already stuck inside. My friends here in Bogotá don’t know that whole big part of me that’s just hidden away – they do not know how I feel about my brother’s death, the fears I carry of being hurt in any possible way, the constant worries about my parents wellbeing, everything! In these past 4 years I have never let any of them see me cry when I’m sad or gave them a call when I was really down. I know this is wrong, I know they would probably be there for me…but it’s just not that easy for me. I don’t want to be seen as weak, ever. So, now that I’m beginning this new stage of my life, I really want to try and pull down those walls…little by little, start trusting people. I know it will be hard, but I just want to give it a try…see what happens.
So, this post began with one thing and turned into something completely different as I started writing…I guess I just needed to let It out (and listening to Paul McCartney’s “If You Were Here Today” helped too).