Moving On

Dear Molly,

      So. You're almost done with senior year. Wow. My goodness. Oh Jeepers(Sorry Addie). There's a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. But another one is fast approaching.

C O L L E G E. Yikes.

      Check Facebook and you'll see you were accepted at schools in far flung places: Northern California, Arizona, Colorado, Kansas...

       And yet there is no drum roll. The four walls that have been yours since negative 2 months of age (true) will be yours for at least another year. Eagle to Hawk to Jackrabbit to Ram back to Jackrabbit to 49er. CSULB. Go Beach! Maybe.

      It's hard not to feel jealous of everyone who is going to x place. I guess now you're the green-eyed monster. (Who came up with that phrase anyway? As a jade-eyed kid, you're offended. But you digress.) You've been talking to your munchkin friends who are no longer munchkins as they are all teenagers, and most understand the tough position. You hang around the geniuses, feel like a slacker, and will say, "I knew her/him when." You hang around average or below people, are treated like a visiting dignitary, and get depressed. And the cycle repeats.

      But you're still standing. You will go places in life, to college for Music Therapy and beyond. To infinity, and beyond.

Song of the Day:

It's Time by Imagine Dragons

It's true. You're spent and need to build yourself up and not look back and not let anyone down and never change who I am. But you would like to temporarily leave this town. Only to eventually return.

So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit, right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the Academy a rain check

I don't ever want to let you down
I don't ever want to leave this town
Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell right to the top
Don't look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check

I don't ever want to let you down
I don't ever want to leave this town
Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am

This road never looked so lonely

This house doesn't burn down slowly

To ashes
To ashes

It's time to begin, isn't it?
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was
Now don't you understand
I'm never changing who I am