Back to Where I Was

Get on the train at 1:00 on the dot. By 1:03 I had tears falling from my cheeks. Didn't take very long for me to realize that I was leaving a piece of myself back in Calcio. Being attached at the hip for 7 weeks (9 counting orientation and Bajardo) really makes you quite a pair. It's a little scary not having Gabrielle here on the train with me because I'm completely alone. It's a strange feeling - not being able to glance down to the other end of the train, lock eyes, do a little eyebrow raise, then gaze back down to my book. I'm really going to miss that. Travel days were always the most stressful days for us, but moments like those kept us going.

I'm a very independent person and don't like to rely on other for things that I'm perfectly capable of doing myself, but I will miss those countless times that I've followed that blonde Velina through the various train stations - struggling to keep up with her fast pace while dragging 2 suitcases and a backpack, cap on head. She is the Watson to my Sherlock, as we always joked (although our analogy is accurate, the nicknames never quite stuck).

We knew the day would inevitably come where we would have to split - It's just part of the job, ma non é giusto. I've only got one week of camp left, and now I need to bond very quickly with this one other tutor. Networking. That's all it is. Just have a thin piece of thread connecting myself to different people and places of the world. It hurts a bit when that thread is severed, but even more when you've got to surgically remove a hook that's been embedded in the skin. Gabrielle and I have already made a pact to keep in touch over the next few months before we see each other again next year, but it's still hard to leave.

Suck it up, baby, and move on. As if this is news to me. Happens with all my close friends. Moving to a different school, distance, getting over-involved, growing up...Through a series of circumstances, I'm always taken away. Just the choices I make, I suppose.

Well, now I'm back to where I was and always am. Solid. Until next time, pretty lady, the Velinas will be reunited once again.