Today I was broken out of my “do nothing” marathon I was having in my room. Other than thinking and blogging all I have been doing is listening to music and reading manga. Yeah, pretty dorky but it’s a good rest before I go to college.
My very good friend got me and my brother out of the house to go swimming at Barton Springs. I very much enjoy Austin, especially the free side of Barton Springs. Having memories there are important before I leave. I’ll look back and see pictures, have memories and visit again soon with those I care about. I hope to keep those memories and continue to create them.
Once finished, my friend Sara and I started to wonder what we’ll miss most about orchestra. For us orchestra was like our clubhouse, our home at school, the place we went whenever we felt like it. It was always ok to go to orchestra. It was always fun there. We always laughed and all of us orch-dorks were good friends.
I’ll miss playing pool with each other on Mondays at Slick Willies with Megan, Josh, Grace and Sara. I’ll miss playing Signs with everyone there. I’ll miss the inside jokes (Look! I’m a tree!) and the fun we always had together no matter what. I’ll miss Mr. Baird and his wacky personality and every one of us being together. How can I not miss something so like a second family?
I’ll be able to visit but it won’t be the same. That same feeling, I don’t think, will exist again exactly like that. It won’t be the Crockett Orchestra for me anymore. Those are memories now. Very important and special memories. I love them very much. We were all so different, so special to work together with. I have that in my heart but it is over now.
I’ll have another family elsewhere, I can hope at least that it will happen for me when I move. It wont be the same and it wont be better but I can hope I will be lucky enough to have a similar feeling of home away from home again.
Memories are special. I will always have my orchestra family and I will always have great friends to get me out of the house.
Those feelings are warm and surround me like the sun’s rays as I lay out on the rock at Barton. Just because I am in a different place, it doesn’t make those rays any less warm.