Today I had my last day with my good friend Rachel before I leave for Maine on Tuesday. We got slushies at Cumberland Farms and then traveled to the heavily polluted Black Stone River. We had fun sitting by the water and watching squirrels run away from us. Also, we took pictures on the train tracks, which I will post later on. It was a lot of fun just sitting and having girl talk with one of my good friends. I talk to two of my best guy friends, Patrick and Samuel, all the time, but it was nice to have ‘girl talk’. Besides the adventure with Rachel, I began packing for my Maine trip. Rachel may come up this year and I’m very excited to go to Kennebunk Port with her, and go shopping at the famous Marden’s. Although my Maine trip is very anticipated, I still am afraid that I may get homesick. I know, its a shock to be homesick of Rhode Island, when you’re in Maine, but somehow I miss the little things. I will probably mostly miss Pat and Sam. I will be able to talk to them online and over the phone, but I am the type of person who prefers to see people when I talk to them. Those two guys are my best friends, and this year it is tough because every other year I had no friends. Having no friends meant nothing to miss about RI. This year however, I have 3 amazing friends; people I could not live without. I still hope to have a great summer even though they won’t be there. Wish me luck!
Also if you are interested in some of my friends blogs, take a look!
Samuel—- http://thoughtjuice.tumblr.com/
Patrick —- http://thebearscave.tumblr.com/
Rachel —- http://welooksnazzy.tumblr.com/
I finally have realized how important the people in my life are to me. Recently my mother’s best friend’s son was deployed to Afghanistan. I grew up with him and his sister. They’re like family to me. I’ve always been closer to his sister, but somehow in my memories of childhood, he sneaks his way in. Andrew is like my brother. Most of the time we are mad at each other, but that’s just us. Ever since the news of his deployment I have thought about what could happen, and the ‘what ifs’. Tonight we had dinner all together and at the end I had to say goodbye. I forced him to give me a hug. In that one second of a forced one-armed hug, I realized how scared I am for him. I guess what I am saying in this is, enjoy each moment with everyone in your life, you never know the future. My childhood would not have been the same without him. When I said goodbye, I said good luck. Good luck, or any other words for that matter could ever say how much I hope that he will be safe. He is leaving for the airport tomorrow. Now, I talk to God every night. I pray for everyone I know and care for or care for me to be safe, healthy and happy, and for anyone who needs this prayer to be okay. I barely make revisions to my usual prayer, but for now on I am making one revision; to keep Andrew safe and to let him know that everyone he knows is praying for him to be safe. I wish for a better world without fighting or wars, but this is life. And life is scary, frightening and no one knows what will happen next, but we are all certain that there are people in our lives that make it worth living.
I just realized how dumb I am for not posting my name, its Samantha Thyra, pronounced “Tear-ah”. It’s Swedish and it sounds better said verbally than in your head. You can call me anything you want basically. I really don’t care. I’m 17 and my life is my own special Blue Period (like Picasso). So yeah that’s me. Feel free to ask questions and talk to me!
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