YIBBSY LIVES!!!! Sort of. This post will be the final chapter of our love story. *sob*
This is Hannah writing, Clara is currently baking chewy choco-chip cookies that I will happily consume as soon as they come out of the oven. The NPR music app is serving as our evening background noise (All Songs Considered is on A LOT when Clara can get her hands on the iPad), and I can't help but think about how our time together is coming to an end. And not only my time with Clara and her family, but with SOTA, highschool, and all my friends. This love story wasn't just about the love Clara and I shared this year, but the love we have for our school and they lovely people we have gone to school with.
Clara and I went on a date tonight, we grabbed burger's from Frisko Freeze and headed to the water front. As we looked out at the water, I thought about how no other place in the world is like the Northwest, or even Tacoma for that matter. I thought about how I didn't spend enough time doing homework, or enough time with my friends, or enough time with my family. I mean, what the hell was I doing with my time all these years?
*cough* (netflix) *cough cough*
In reality, I balanced all those things, spending a little of my time on each. But what I want now is more. More friend time, more family time, and more... childhood. I want more drives, more midnight barbecues, more homework parties, schemes, and dreams, and tea parties. I mean, from here on out, it's all real-life prep, and then REAL LIFE. Which is really effing scary. When I get too morose thinking about how I won't be a kid anymore, I think about things like Career Cruising, Senior Project Portfolios, and asinine Artistic Responses. And then I feel a little bit better.
(but not really.)
But... then I start thinking about how in the past three years, I have made some of the best friends I feel I will ever have. Next year, I have the arduous task of starting from scratch. While that sometimes sounds nice, my more lazy instincts are just cringing at the thought. I mean. Ugh. Being nice... and not telling people when I need to leave a take a shit. And reigning back the weirder habits and jokes and outfits. I just wish I could stay with you people forever and never have to worry about whether the person I'm eating lunch with will watch my choke on my triple cheese mac-n-cheese with bacon, or if they will immediately perform the Heimlich.
Clara would perform the Heimlich and then laugh at me. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Basically, this spring, we got way to busy to really keep this blog going. Next year, we'll both be at college (Clara's at NYU, the little smarty! I'll be at Portland State University being a hippy. As per usual) and keeping this love story alive on the web will be asking too much. This doesn't mean our love is dying by any means. Even if I gain a hot companion at some point, my Facebook relationship status will still read "Married to Clara Youtz".
Because, I mean.
She's kind of the love of my life, after all.
