It's late, I have more Spanish homework than I know what to do with, a test tomorrow, and a day full of classes and work... and here I am, blogging at 2 AM. Figures. I do have reason, however!!
Not unlike many of the outstanding women of the world, I've had quite the roller coaster week of emotions; Heaven help me. I realized some things about myself that I wasn't too happy with, nor proud of, that I also found needed some instantaneous remedying... Well, as I'm sure you're all too well aware,not much can be completely fixed right away, but I was doing my best to come as close as possible, as quickly as possible.
I made some apologies... did a little (actually a lot) of tearful praying... and finally began feeling better about things, thinking I was on the right path to a really successful, new start - only for life to strike again.
I came home from work, today, after a somewhat draining day, to Tristen sitting at the kitchen table, crying... the surrounding area covered in boxes and various items from her bedroom. To say the least, I was more than a little mystified. She looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes, all over again, and simply said, "I've withdrawn from my classes and am going home for the rest of the semester."
WOW.
Due to various medical reasons and too, too much stress, Tristen and her parents came to the decision that it might be in her best interest to come home early, this year. And I can't agree more, as much as I miss her and as much as I cry; I'd just like to get that out there now. And with that being said...
In my selfish ways, I forgot, somewhere in along the lines, that The Damsels of Apt. 340 aren't just roommates... they're my family, the sisters my own age that I always prayed for, growing up. I love these girls so very much, it's hard to think that I could (but I did) forget their place in my heart. It was Monday when I saw what I had allowed to happen, Monday when I tried to recompense, Monday when I cried for hours because of what I had done... And by Wednesday, I lost a member of the group. Wow. Talk about timing... I can't even think on all of this without getting emotional, recognizing that Heavenly Father had a very clear part in all of this; I only wish I had been a bit more grateful just a bit sooner. So much for regrets, I guess...
Now, here comes the part where I tell the world about how much I love and adore this girl: Tristen is honestly one of the most Christlike people I know. Seriously. She's so... wonderful; I don't feel like there's another word that's more holistically correct about this girl. If only I had an ounce of her patience, or even her intelligence, I think I'd be that much closer to the Celestial Kingdom. My goodness, I've been so blessed to have her in my life for this past year and a half. She's been the one to sit and cry with me for at least an hour after the sappy movies had ended (especially PS I Love You), my favorite spooning partner, the roommate to take spontaneous (somewhat disastrous) road-trips with, my ultimate duet partner, the one I went to for literary advice... the person who would hold my hand on the days when it seemed like there was no one else in the world who'd want to. She's been my everything and so much more. Saying that she's blessed my life or graced my presence isn't even covering the half of it, she's gone above and beyond words (unfortunately enough for this post of mine). I don't mean for this to sound like an obituary, she's far from dead, I promise! but I feel like the world is entitled to know the type of person she is. If only there were a few more animal loving, environment protecting, poetry reading individuals... life would never be the same. :)
I guess what I'm trying to say is this: I'm going to miss my most beloved, beautiful girl. Life in 340 will never be the same without her... I'm only sorry I didn't realize this long ago.
I love you, Twist. Never forget your true capacity in life, that you'll forever have a place, even if it's only in my heart, and that you alone can make any sort of difference in the world, so long as you try. And above all, never let your outward beauty be the only beauty you show, for what you hold inside can always outshine it. Now go, leave your print, make your mark - girrrrrl.
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