I'm having flashbacks...or maybe it's just fears of repeating the past.
My freshman year of high school was brutal. Seriously...brutal. But the summer between my freshman and sophomore years was the best...at least for a while. I was 15 & working as the "check-in girl" at the community pool. I spent my life at the pool & I was lovin' my life. All the lifeguards were my best friends (even though they were a lot older than I was). I had a big crush on one of them and wonder of wonders...he seemed to like me too. He even made me promise that when I turned 16, he could be my first date.
Then it happened.
I had the AMAZING experience of going to Hong Kong for 2 weeks. My grandparents were there on a Church assignment. At 15, I was able to see into China, ride on a Sanpan (see picture, left) and just get a different view of the world in general. It was...awesome. I was so excited to get home and tell all my friends about my adventures. I think I had been home for about 15 minutes when I jumped over the wall that separated my back yard and the pool's parking lot.
Something was different. People seemed happy to see me, but they didn't seem excited at all. My friends were pretty indifferent to my experiences and seemed to think I was a total idiot for coming over to the pool so quickly after I returned home. After all...I didn't have to work for 2 more days. Worst of all...my lifeguard boy crush had turned his affections and attentions to someone else!!!
I felt abandoned and the nicely formed scab that was covering the wound of my freshman year was abruptly yanked off. It hurt, oh how it hurt.
So...I sit here today in a precarious position. I have been loving my newly discovered world of blogging. It has given me hope and validation at a time when my life can seem mundane and a little bit dull. But I am wondering...do I still have any friends out there? Am I going to return to familiar ground only to find that my friends have found something better to take my place?
Oh how I hope it will not be so!