it’s a rainy morning here in Chicago… although i have already gone to one class today, i feel like i am still in my pj’s and have yet to wake up.
Last night i talked to my friend, several-year roommate, and maid-of-honor, Linds. She is in KY doing mission work in Appalachia for a year while i am here in Chicago. I’ve lived apart from Linds two summers and a semester during our four years as neighbors and roommates, and i finally realized last night that this is not like before… I’m not gone for just a semester or a summer this time.
I got off the phone with Linds late last night and just cried and cried. I haven’t cried nearly that hard since I moved back to Chicago. I think my bubble finally burst… I realized I left my old life behind and there is no going back and finding it again. I can keep the friendships across distance and time, I can visit the places I used to live, but the world I loved no longer exists.
My roommates are now scattered- Connecticut, Florida, Kentucky, Illinois, and Wisconsin. The six of us are spread across the country, two of us are married, and there is no hope of ever going back to the great days of sharing life together in 110 N. Brooks Apt. L or 2024 Kendall Apt 4… those places are still there, but they are no longer home.
So this rainy morning I am mourning the loss of a great life and family and relationships… we are now too scattered to share life the way we used to, and phone calls always seem to far between to really allow us to be part of each others’ lives. I miss it and i really hate this part of growing up…
What do you do when you miss a place that no longer exists?