I'm leaving Pittsburgh for Erie to visit my brother from another mother. After that, I'm heading to Chicago for a month and then it's off to New York City for a while. I'm ecstatic.
I will now leave you with my thoughtful thoughts. They're kind of heavy.
1. The night before you leave a place is always so surreal. No matter where you're leaving, a room, a house, or even a city, the same thing happens. You lay in bed and stare at the ceiling as memories from the past however long you were there fill your head. You smile when you remember all of the adventures you've shared with your friends and push everything else to the back of your mind. The bad, the mind numbingly boring, and whatever else you don't care to remember. Though we may forget the exact details of these things, the sour taste will linger, poisoning the feeling you have towards the place. Nowhere is necessarily bad, it's all about the memories we associate with them, opinions can change as time goes by. But life goes on, bigger and better things are always on the horizon for those who are willing to look.
2. Living with people is a very different experience than just simply being their friend. The charming facade that they present dissolves after a week of constant contact. After that, all that's left is who they really are, their core being. You have to decide whether you still like that person or otherwise. Their mask can differ so much from their real face that it is almost alarming. There's nothing wrong with the masks we adorn, everyone does it. If we were exactly who we are all the time, the world would be a much less peaceful place. Sometimes friendships grow stronger after this period, other times they fade into nothing but resentment and sadness.