The Last Hurrah

One of my least favorite things about going to DU this year is that I don't start school until September 6th. Probably 90% of my friends start school this week, which leaves me with two to three weeks without them. So this week, nay, this DAY has been and will be (it's not over yet) very tear-filled. I don't like goodbyes. They don't suit me well. I spent today with my boyfriend and best friend, Eddy Scott, who moves in to CU-Boulder tomorrow so this was our last day. Surprisingly, it didn't seem much different than any other hang out day. We went to Boulder, had burritos (a difficult task with my wisdom tooth surgery), walked around CU and saw his dorm building, went on a mini-hike in Chatauqua, went back to his house and helped him pack (a difficult task for my emotions), and last but not least, went to Cottonwood Park and slacklined--pictured here. For those of you who don't know, slacklining is the act of jerry-rigging a two inch wide rope in between two trees about two feet above the ground and then walking on it. I had attempted to slackline previously and was just about as good this time as I was before (aka NOT). As you can see, Eddy was clearly better. As I was driving home in the ridiculously down-pouring rain, I began thinking...aaand of course that led to crazy metaphors about life. Slacklining is not much different than what I'm going through right now. It's all about balance. Finding the balance between not having an appreciation for the past and holding on to it too tight. You can't have both, you have to find a middle ground. So in about forty minutes when I go to one last bonfire with some of my best friends, whom I won't be seeing for a while, I have to pretend I'm essentially walking across a tight rope. Balance.