Funny how things come full circle sometimes, huh?
I began this blog one year ago as a way to keep myself sane as I went through a break-up after a 2 1/2 year relationship. Times were tough, but I pulled through by keeping busy with my incredible internship, training for my marathon, and staying surrounded by old friends.
Junior year of college went great as I put my training to the test and ran my first-full marathon, enjoyed the single life for my first time ever in college, was elected as Membership Director of my sorority’s executive board, and fell in love.
Um hold up. You’re probably re-reading that last one. Fell in love?!
But yes, amidst my social-butterflyness of flitting around from activity to activity, I met the man of my dreams. Handsome with a heart of gold, talented on the guitar, and the most genuine person I ever met. He made me feel like the best version of myself and I was absolutely head over heels.
Well, skip through the dirty details, he got his dream job in Spain starting this October and a cross-Atlantic relationship wasn’t exactly in the job description. So as strongly as we felt about each other, he decided that it wasn’t fair to either of us to put our lives (my senior year and him living out his dream) on hold for a few Skype conversations here and there. A big believer in faith, he told me that if it is meant to be, then in a year when we are reunited, everything will fall back together.
Four months of perfect love and now POOF! It’s gone! I had to do a double-take because I felt like this was some serious dejavu from last summer. Another summer break-up and another school year that I am starting off alone.
But how do you deal with a break-up when both of you still love the other?
It’s a sticky situation to say the least. But, my best bet is to take my own advice from last year and make the best of a bad situation. I’ve got the GRE to study for, a job to find, recruitment to plan, a 21st birthday to celebrate, and a million senior-year-related activities to partake in.
Cheers to new beginnings… again. (I swear this is dejavu). And stay tuned for how I gracefully fly my way out of this one.
So, thank you John Mellencamp, again, for the wise words and the mantra to the remainder of my summer.
“Oh yea, life goes on.”
And, to end on a happy note. Here is a beautiful picture from my trip to Ireland. More to come on that tomorrow!
On the mend,