(as always don't be hatting and judging me for all the spelling a grammar mistakes. Get over it! Love ya!)
Confusion, exploration, adventure.... thrill... food for my soul. That's why I love to travel. To experience and feel the world under my bare feet. As much as my soul strives on something/anything new at the end of the vacation is something I will always enjoy. There is a magic when the car pulls up into the drive way and I see my beloved home... its one of my favorite sights and feelings. Returning home is a refreshing sigh for the spirit.
This is glorious world and I love to experience it. I love it when my breath is taken away. I love to be shocked because those are the moments that add up to become something grand. They help in molding me into a new and more magnificent person. As much as I adore change and growth I love "coming home." I cling to my personalty, family and friends as always we. I will forever add to my life but I constantly desire the comfort of "returning home."
Since graduating from high school, a little more then 2 years ago, the lives of my loved ones and mine own have taken many unexpected twist and turns. I continually find myself overwhelmed and confused by the event taking place around me. But after receiving my diploma from Snow and returning back into my family house for the summer my surrounding instantly felt familiar again. And when Emily came for a visit almost everything felt right again (minus Jamie being gone). I found myself lost in moments when I forgot that things had changed. In these moments my Snow life felt like a dream, something that didn't really happen. Back in Salt Lake, laughing with my friends until late into the night, I was home and I was happy. I never wanted it to end.
I went out of my way to spend time with Emily nearly everyday she was here on her summer trip. It was a Beautiful blessing to be with someone who have known me for so long and so well that we didn't have worry about making yourself impressive and we could let our complete selves out. I believe everyone need to find their very "own Emily". It makes life more doable.
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| Pictures of everyday I was with Emily this summer... (pictures not in order) |
"Come Lara, my mom has a surprise for you..." Emily causally said has she garbed a can of soda and opened the door. I fallowed her as she led me to the fresh nighttime air. We walked the short well-kown path into the front yard, there waiting was something not so wall-known. Brand new, brightly colored lawn chairs."Mom said we spend enough time outside that we should at least have a place to sit." She explained. I squealed due to the simple treasurers before me and the warmth created by the simple thoughtfulness of Emily's mother.
We made ourselves comfortable and began to do what we spent the majority of our time together doing. We talked. And we talked for hours upon hours. About everything and nothing at all. Insignificant details along with mind altering powerful concepts mingled with everything in between. The topics changed rapidly. Ideas became tangled while keep cycling back to each other or just launched whole new trains of thoughts.Though the crafting of words and stories there were secrets and hidden moments neither of us were willing to address (at the start). We both claimed that the other knew us better then anyone else in the world, yet there were tales we still we both were not willing to tell.
As our conversation grew so did the lateness of the night. The later it become the more tried our words got of dancing. Our questions and stories became more straight forward and blunt.
"Do you know what I love... those two trees." Emily randomly pointed out the two trees near the edge of her yard. They were planted around the same time when her family moved into the house. and I noticed how much they have grown throughout the years.
The confession of love towards the trees lend to a matron of memories somehow linked to them. Then the trees' stories evolved into almost any and every thing dealing with Emily. The reminiscing began with early Elementary school and lend to modern day. All stories and memories were accompanied by honest commentary on why we acted certain way and why we said they things we said. My eyes were forced wide upon as I looked at different angles of the memories I had kept as companions over the years. My whole life felt strange as I look back with a unique light. I learn more about myself and Emily in those hours then in my whole lifetime so far.
I can't count they times I wined "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" to Emily and vice versa. There were so many facts about each other that we either assumed were known or purposely kept closed. I realized how many words I have said or actions I've done that could be taken wrong and offensive, hardly any of them being on purpose. I always have and always will value Emily friendship so seeing how the depth of the cuts I made into her soul over time made my eyes swell with tears.
This story has many morals, just to name a few: You can never truly know someone, including yourself, so don't pretend like you do. Try your best to be aware because you never know what a simple word could cause (for better or for worst). On the flip side people will never truly know you, so often when they say something that you translate as hurtful it is mistranslated. Also, don't put all your trust in every memory because someone else remember it differently. But with that being said, never claim to be bored because there is still so much wonder and too much learn and discover within yourself and the others around you. Not lastly, find someone to rant with and share yourself with so you don't have to carry yourself all on your own. This is a big Beautiful world, never stop discovering and dwelling in love.
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| Emily and I standing between the beloved twin trees |
