Off to College.....Town

Our memorial day weekend has turned into a adventure through Lewiston tomorrow. Should be fun going back to the town I will call home in a little over a year. It might have took us awhile to come to such a simple decision but simple is not a word used lightly in my family. Although we ventured toward our outcome and I have to say it was a good decision. SO much we get to do that we didn't find the time or the right road to the last 2 hour and 15 minute drive down there. But this family outing comes with more opportunities. Like, getting the chance to explore around a downtown I'm not familiar with and showing my pops the campus I will get to walk around from class to crazy class. Hopefully we can watch some of the baseball tournament so I can grow my warrior stripes! But oh well the greatest adventure is just doing tasks with your family, right? Well being around my family is an adventure in its self. It seems like I keep coming back there like a boomer rang and I'm okay with that. I'm excited for a change, I will be homesick I know this but that doesn't mean I'm afraid to fly.

Things to be missed...

Tradition. Every year and every summer there is some sort of tradition in any family. With some it is a trip to the local ice cream shop on steamy days, or taking a family bike ride on a deserted trail. No matter what families have unwritten or written traditions. So in my family we had plenty, unwritten of course. Every summer we, my dad and I, would go on a bike ride from the Spokane Valley to at least the Idaho state line and back. Or whenever we would go camping at our lake, my dad and I would have our annual diving contests off the dock. Or batting practice with him at the elementary school across the street. Or on every Labor Day my mom would have us do some kind of hard back breaking labor in the yard. One year she had us put rocks in the flower beds. Now that was a LONG day. Or every summer with my mom we go into Sandpoint we make it a point to stop at Dubbs for ice cream. Anyway my point is that families have their traditions and sadly some are broken. Like this year my bike ride with my dad is off, which is very sad. As well as our diving contests, not going to happen. Things are meant to change and meant to be missed but sometimes even if the most loved and simple of traditions have to come to an end even if one person is still here, in the right state, and willing to go on. I will miss my dad this summer, it will be the first and I'm not looking forward to being separated by these 1,700 plus miles but what doesn't kill us makes us stronger and even though these traditions with him wont be the same, I will not stop doing what I love. But I will be heart broken doing them.

Somebody to LOVE.

Sammy has been my rock since we got her when she was a puppy. She knew pain since day one but she was such a trooper. That fluffy pooch of fur meant the world to me but I'm glad she can be at ease. She always knew when I was sad and she would be there she always knew how to make me feel better. The day I spent by her side was her last, I'm sad to say, and I felt like all she wanted was for me to be there for her this time. So I didn't leave her until the very bitter end and I know my mother hated how much she shed but I would give anything to just sit in the grass just one more time and brush till there wasn't anything left to scrap away.

 

I love you Sammy and miss you so very much.

Survival of the Fittest

As the school comes to a close and the summers appears in the distance, we find ourselves looking toward the future but only as far as the three months of freedom is concerned. Although there is just the one final week of Junior year to dread. Finals week is dawning upon us and we come to a point where pass or fail is about our only option. With mindless hours spent on all-nighters and coffee, just to get that one final vocab word down or the final translation of that french sentence you will see that survival is how we push forward. My math class for example is my only worry. I plan on countless hours locked behind my bedroom door with a book and a pencil. But these things can't be the only draw back to your goals of a better life. You have to strive to be great but expect those math classes that will set you back. Just know that if you fall off a bike, you can't give up and walk away, there is that only chance at victory if you get back on and try again.