Losing people is kind of difficult. Not the they’re dead type of loss, but the they’re off living their life somewhere else without you type of loss.
Even if it’s someone you’re not close to. For example, last year, a bunch of people graduated that I knew because of swim. I’d known of them for years, but was never close to the, up until three years ago. When they graduated, it was fine because I hadn’t let it sink in that they wouldn’t be apart of the team anymore. When swim started again, especially high school swim, it was weird. It’s not like we hung out outside of swim practice and swim related activities, but just having them around apparently impacted me in some way, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. Of course I keep in contact with the ones I was closer too, but it’s not the same.
Losing someone you’re close to is not fun. I’ve recently experienced it for the first time. A good friend. I’ve been friends with my best friends since first grade, and during that time, we have never fought, argued, or anything bad, so I’m not particularly used to the feeling. I’m not used to knowing people who graduate either. This is all new. I’m not a fan. In my head, I’m justifying it by thinking I had to experience it eventually, I’m sure everyone does. But it still sucks. What’s the point of meeting someone, and then losing them. Maybe it’s because in my head, if I like you enough to be my friend I never want to lose you. Or maybe it’s because I don’t like change. But everything happens for a reason, even if I don’t know what that reason is yet.




When I look at the time, the page number, the house number… I see ‘207’.
Like many households, my family and I are very welcoming to animal friends of any species, breed, shape, size, and color. A few years ago we even fostered animals; mainly kittens and puppies that needed temporary homes before going into their forever homes, but we did take in elderly animals as well. After about a year or two of non-stop fostering, we decided that we were done. With me starting high school and working, my schedule was getting too crazy to give the animals the amount of time and attention they deserved. As devastated as I was to no longer be fostering, I was also very grateful. Fostering animals not only allowed me to care for and interact with animals (which happen to be my favorite things in the entire world), fostering was like a therapy to me; being with the many animals kept me company and my mood was always up. Whether I was doing homework or just watching some TV, the animals were always there with me.

