All Good Things Must Come To An End
It is incredibly true when they say that time flies when you’re having fun. I was reacquainted with this truth when I recently traveled to New Jersey to visit my family and friends. My plane was scheduled to take off at nine in the morning and, to my surprise, I wasn’t nervous at all. Normally, I experience a great deal of anxiety when it comes to flying. It has gotten so bad that I have even had panic attacks while driving to the airport. Somehow, it was different this time around. I felt like I couldn’t get on that flight fast enough.
During my trip, I had the chance to reconnect with one of my best friends. We met while attending a small community college in southern New Jersey back in 2013 and have remained close ever since then. I never expected to make any friends at a two-year school that I would commute to every week, let alone to meet a person who would become a life-long friend. We spent a day on Long Beach Island, soaking up the sun, and an evening tasting wine at one of the loveliest vineyards I had ever been to. True friends like her are few and far between and, no matter how much time passes, we always pick up where we left off.
I never expected to make any friends…let alone to meet a person who would become a life-long friend.
My week in New Jersey continued with a long overdue reunion with my cousins. I grew up in Massachusetts and, for most of my life, have lived away from my extended family. Unfortunately, this has prevented us from spending quality time together, which I have tried to make up for over the past few years. Time spent with them is always filled with laughter, amazing food, scary movies and a glass of wine or two. It also means that I will do something that my introverted self would normally avoid doing at all costs- e.g. singing Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” to a crowd at a karaoke bar. I realized two things during this visit: I have killer stage presence, and that I wish my cousins and I were able to have moments like these more often.
Last, but certainly not least, I was able to see two of the most important and supportive people in my life. My mother and my Aunt. Time spent with them means warmth, unconditional love, a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on. Now that I am much older, they have become my best friends who I can tell anything to without fear of judgment or that they might turn their backs on me. I find myself holding on to them a little tighter each time I visit because I know how fleeting these moments can be. They end just as fast as they begin.