I wonder if she misses me. I wonder if she knows I missed her. We used to email every day, during every class, until the last secound at night, and the first secounds into the morning. She was my girlfriend. But also my best friend. She lived in Colorado I lived in Bend She was seventeen hours away The beggining. Of the end. I wonder if she misses me. I sure do miss her. I barely even knew her. But now she’ll never know me.
It’s started as a simple conversation about books, on a writer site. We shared emails, then pictures. We became amazingly great friends, talking about drama at school, and other life problems. She hated her parents, becuase they were divorced, and she didn’t like that they fought all the time. We almost did FaceTime, then we decided to talk. her voice crackled through the phone, and filled my heart with feelings I never thought I would ever feel again.
But 17 hours That’s a long way.
I remember receiving this paticular pencil on my first day of second grade, in my shiny, brand new classroom...
Why are people so drama oriented?
The joy of seeing your bio mom for the first time, and the pain.
The confusion when friends leave you behind
Road trips are different from when I was a kid. But they still end the same.
Day 37: This is the coldest I've ever been (1F, -17C), so please forgive the snow selfie
Day 36: Freezing
Day 35: Landing in Bend, OR