Coffee House Confession

“I need to get out of here…” she says with a sigh. We sat at a table in a small café just walking distance from the concert hall where we met.
Her eyes were focused on the snow silently falling on the crowded street. We had been over this about a hundred times. Her eyes moved to mine searching for my response. I locked into her eyes and said nothing.
“I was never a winter person.” She said to break the silence. I needed a distraction; I stared at the mug full of cold black coffee. I evaded her eyes, but knew she was staring at me. I never liked coffee, I drank it because she had made me a cup every morning.
She and I knew what was coming next. I closed my eyes and tried to remember holding her hand as we walked through the farmers market. The summer night we had decided to jump into the lake with all of our clothes on. Strolling down Michigan Avenue on the warm and breezy spring afternoons.
“I’ve been looking and I found some pretty nice apartments out west.” I felt the anger rise to my chest.
“Don’t ask me to do that.” Her eyes locked into mine and I could feel her heart break.
“Why? Why not? What’s here?” she said in a whisper that hit like the loudest scream.
“This is my home. This is my city.” Her mouth opened and she shook her head. I looked away so I could ignore her tears.
“This is your city? You don’t think this city would survive without you?” she said with a forceful, malicious voice.
“No, you’re right, the city would be fine.” I stood up and put on my jacket.
“But I don’t think I could survive without this city.” I walked into the snow and the cold wind. I left her there with her jaw still open, tears running down her face and a cold cup of coffee still sitting untouched on the table.

Lemonade

What happened? Isn't it funny how some questions don't have answers?
Not funny in a "ha ha" way...but funny in a tragic sort of way...
One fateful day, and a two hour bus ride later we were best friends. The rest is history. Inseparable they said. More like, until death do us part... We didn't have to say it was forever we already knew it was. We didn't see the threats...We couldn't see danger looming in the background...I sometimes wish I had...Because, along the way things got tough.

Somewhere on this metaphoric road that is our life, we ran into some car trouble...I think it was the transmission, but you think we ran out of gas. When it's really a flat tire...I say we should call a mechanic…You think we can fix it ourselves…So we do…
We drive a little further. We've broken down again…And here is where the monotony starts. The key is in the ignition, but it just won't start. Smoke escapes from the hood. Our worst nightmare is realized, we have gone to far and we can't turn back.
So, here we are on the side of the road making a horrible attempt to fix a car that was a lemon to begin with… So what to do? Make lemonade of coarse.

What happened? Some questions are better left unanswered.

Flashback!

This summer had to be one of my favorite and most memorable.

I've grown up a lot, or at least I feel like I did. One of my favorite parts about this summer was working! I love the zoo!
I made so many friends, and friends that I hope I'll know for a long time to come! I learned that work doesn't have to be something you HAVE to do. Work can be something you WANT to do.

Now that the bay is re-opened, I'm missing summer even more. I miss my friends that have gone away and I miss my rays and my sharks! Next year just won't be the same without them.

Working with the rays has made me want to work with them forever! Who knew you could get so attached to Stingrays? I want to work with them again someday! (hopefully!)

Prelude

In the Making:

The rough draft of plans and of daily occurances.


So now that summers over, and I'm finally starting to get used to school again I decided to buckle down and start blogging again. "In the Making" will just follow some of my decisions. (school, life, etc.)