I have been told countless times by many people to
“let my hair down”. I’m not sure how the meant it, but I took it in different
ways from each person. I took it as letting my guard down. I took it as growing
back down instead of growing up. I took it as take a breather and relax. Most
importantly I took it as making a new start.
In 19 days or so I will be flying the coop and
nesting in a world of my own. Well, almost my own. On August 18th I
will be transitioning to a university and living on campus. As independent as I
am, you’d think I’d be more excited. And I am, or at least I was. I had always
been told not to worry about those you meet at home because they will soon be
forgotten. The friends you make when you live out on your own are the ones who
stick with you through life. That’s the fine print that gets me. There are a
few (anonymous) people here who I, at the very least, would never want to
forget, or even leave. As firmly as I know that I won’t forget them, what if
they forget me? It brings me back to a Rascal Flats song. The one that says
“What hurts the most was being to close, having so much to say and watching you
walk away”. I have so much I want to share with these people, events that
haven’t even occurred yet but I am frightened by the mere thought that they
could one day stop caring, forget, and then just disappear. I understand that
they never could technically forget
me, but it isn’t unheard of for relationships to weather with distance. I
understand it may seem off the charts impossible, but I have had this happen
too many times to know which to heal from first. I just hope I never have to
see “letting my hair down” as letting go.
Deuteronomy
4:9 Only
take heed to thyself, and keep thy soul diligently, lest thou forget the things which thine eyes have
seen, and lest they depart from thy
heart all the days of thy life: but teach them thy sons, and thy son’s sons.
