Vacationing Friends

We've all been alone before. We've all missed people and every single one of us has said goodbye. So i'm sure you'll understand what I mean when I say i'm going to have a very lonely summer. Right now, two of my friends are already gone. They will be back in a week, but before they return, two more of my friends will leave. One of the returning friend's boyfriend is leaving for college this next autumn and this is their last few monthes. I understand that she wants to spend time with him and I will push her to be with him alot. I can't imagine having someone you used to have so close be so far away for such a long time. So time with her is cut, but I won't mind.
But wait. There's more! A couple more will leave soon after that. It seems that this year everyone but me is leaving at some point during the summer. I love to travel, but I never get the chance.

I have a tendency to miss people a lot, not matter how long they are gone. I already miss the two friends that have only been gone a couple days. I can't imagine how much I'm going to miss the others considering they will be gone for most of the rest of the summer. By the time they get back, I know it will be time to go back to school, and they will probably only have a week of vacation at home.

My other friends live in Pella and I live in little small Otley. Although I will still have one friend with me for the next few weeks before she vacations, there isn't much to do since our party house host will be gone almost the entire summer.

Yes, there are computers, but I know for sure a few of them won't be able to use them where they are going, so sending emails when I get bored and lonely might not exactly help.

I guess this can give me the chance to get closer with some other people, and after all
Distance does make the heart grow fonder.

Summer.

It's summer, and as I walked around outside, I reflected on the year and then dreamt of past summers.
Last summer was full of drama, the ones before that were boring, yet the ones that stick out the most in my mind were when I was about 7.
I can remember spending most of my time down at my grandma's fishing with my dad, picking flowers, and laying in the grass looking at the fireflies. I also remember a little friend I was always with. He never let me out of his site, constantly had a hold of my hand, and drug me around everywhere. All I remember is those being the funnest summers. I got dirty, It was hot, but I didn't care. My friend and I jumped in the pond and didn't even think about changing when we got out. We made jewlelry out of a clover flowers and caught fireflys.
I just find it funny to think back to then. I liked it how we thought we knew it all. How we felt like we'd never grow up. Now I'd give anything to feel bliss and see life from a child’s eyes again and anything to feel love from a child's heart again.
Yet, back then, I wanted to grow up. I was never old enough. Now I think it's coming fast.
Yet, I can't say I am not enjoying my life. I'm having fun.
The sunshine is warm, the flowers are bright, and I don't have to go to school tommorow.
I can sleep under the stars, and stay up late by a bon-fire.
Hell, i can still catch fireflies.
I'll put one in a mason jar and wish that I can recapture some childhood bliss.