“You’re kind of a move-on girl,” my mom observed at lunch yesterday.
“Yeah.”
My family is in town. I’m graduating in two days. I’m in Chapel Hill for three more months.
Then what?
I guess I’m a move-on kind of girl. Jump all in, plant your feet, look around and fall in love with where you’re at.
I like that. I’m a love-where-your-feet-are girl. But that also means I’m a move-on girl.
You gain a lot from moving-on. Don’t dwell, don’t regret. Throw your lessons in a backpack and hit the road.
But you lose a lot too.
I have friends everywhere I’ve been and intend on collecting a hundred more. But none of them are the same. People aren’t replaceable. Making a new friend doesn’t fill any of the holes created by leaving others.
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When people turn the question back to me, I usually say: my perfect world feels like a sunset and it looks like the starry night sky in a desert. But I think it also has all of my people in one place.
I’m not good at staying in touch. I suck at responding to text messages and making conversation via Facebook messenger. I wish I didn’t.
I’m good at where my feet are, but the long-distance-friend thing is something I need to work on.
And I will.
That’s my promise. That’s “what’s next?” for me right now. Work on being a better long-distance friend. Work on writing, calling, Skyping with the people whose feet are in different places but whose footprints are all over my heart.
That applies in retrospect too. If we haven’t talked in years, I promise to reconnect. You’ve given me so much. I’ve learned from all the ways you think and live and love. So, I promise to be better.
I promise that this move-on girl won’t be a lose-touch girl. Help hold me accountable?
All my love.
