Recently, I have really been missing my friend Christian. We've been trying to connect on the phone as of late, but I've been missing him for years!
I met Christian in Maine during the summer of '97. I was 15 years old and I had gone to Chop Point Camp for 6 weeks of my summer. It was pretty scary to go to another state for so long for the first time, but when I got to Chop Point Camp, it was very easy to be myself and to make friends. It's an amazing place.
I was a Worker, not a camper. Another girl and I did the camp's laundry and in between loads, we would hang out on the docks sunning ourselves and being silly with our friends. Christian and I became friends very easily because we were both a little loud and a little wild. He was far more daring and I was more reserved but we instantly connected and enjoyed being around each other. He was my best friend that summer.
We talked about everything. We talked about what we liked about boys and girls. I told him that the most romantic thing someone could do for me was to make me mashed potatoes because I loved them. Haha! I helped him get the girls he wanted to "date" (as much as you could at summer camp) and I stayed boy-free because I had my best friend. Maybe I had small crush on him. We were 15 :)
At the end of every camp session (3 weeks), there was an evening where you could send your friends carnations with little notes telling them how much they mean to you/friends forever/etc. I'll never forget the story of that last night of my 2nd session (the end of my time there that summer)... Everyone was getting their carnations and reading their notes. I saw Christian coming down the camp hill with something in his hands. He came over to me and handed me a tupperware container full of mashed potatoes. siggggggh :)
It was, by far, the most romantic gesture I'd ever had at age fifteen. Christian is definitely the first boy I ever truly loved. We stayed friends for many winters and summers but lost touch after a few years.
He's now a supreme Rock Star touring Europe with his band. He sings, too, did I mention that? He is so awesome.
Christian... I can't wait to reconnect with you when you return to the states. Thanks for being my sweetest first love! Sending mashed potato thoughts your way...
Honestly, I can't put a picture up here today. I tried and tried to find a picture of a spider but every time I saw one, my body went into complete convulsions and I couldn't look at the computer screen. It's not easy to blog that way.
Here are my biggest two fears that I can't show you pictures or videos of:
2. Animals that talk like humans do (mouths moving)
Here is another fear that's slightly funnier. It makes me giggle because I'll have a happy life either way, I know it...
Day 26 – A picture of something that means a lot to you
My house. I grew up here. We moved here when I was 3 so it's the only house I remember. My bedroom is the last window on the right there. That's my first car in the driveway (Harriet). That means this picture was taken somewhere between Junior Year and Sophomore year of college. (when Harriet met her demise)
This will soon be someone else's house and I hope they make as many memories as we did.
I learned to ride a bike in the driveway. I watched teenage boy friends toilet paper my house in the middle of the night and thought it was funny so I didn't tell my mom. I had campouts with Laura in the barn. I also kissed Ryan in the barn. I played "bank" by depositing magnolia leaves from the backyard into the mailbox. (I'm sure the mailman loved me). I sat in that living room window and watched all the traffic in the neighborhood. I watched Joy drive up on her Inaugural just-turned-16 drive. I watched boyfriends pull up.
So many memories. I will miss my house. A lot. But like someone recently told me, just because the house is gone doesn't mean the memories disappear, too.