blog two

Dear Friend,
So I was looking over the first letter that I wrote to you and I realized that I never told you anything about my family. I wanted to describe each of them to you so that you would understand a little bit more about me and who I am. First off there is my dad. My dad is an older guy who doesn’t have hair on the top of his head. My dad is a very funny man, in a sarcastic way that is, and people say we are a lot like each other. I like to take this as a positive thing even though I know sometimes I can hurt people’s feelings with what I say, even if it is just a joke. That’s something I need to work on. My dad was a very outgoing and fast pace kid, just like I was and am now. He met my mom when he was 21 and wanted to marry her when they first met. My mother is a little different from my dad and I. She is a very short lady, even shorter than I am and she is pretty shy when she first meets you. Once she feels comfortable though, she really opens up and becomes a very fun person to be around. My mother and I are very close and I think I would consider her the easiest person in the world to talk to. Then there is my brother. He is older than I am and is a really serious guy. He says that he has a temper from when he used to get picked on as a kid, for wearing glasses and being a little overweight. Ha. Now you would never think he was the little overweight kid in the class because he probably weighs about the same that I do, which is scary. He is a very nice guy who really watches over his family. He can be pretty serious but he jokes around a lot as well. It’s hard for me to write about my family now because they all just recently moved out of state when I went to college. They live about 1000 miles away now and I really think about them a lot. I think about all the fights that I would get into with my dad, because we are both really sarcastic, and how my mom would always be the peace keeper of the family. I remember how my mom used to drive me crazy always asking me how every part of my life was going, everyday. I think about how I was so busy with my high school life that I didn’t take enough time to spend with any of my family. I remember how I was too busy to ride with my brother to the store, or at least to focused on other things. Now, when I get into a fight with my roommate, have a bad day, or just feel like crying I realize that I really do need my family. I thought that it would be no big deal living so far away but when I see other people going home for the weekend or going out to dinner with their sibling, I see that it is a big deal. I really do miss my family, as corny as that sounds, and I do need them. So I have advice for you now, don’t take for granted being around your family and don’t roll your eyes next time you have to go spend time with your “old folks”. Enjoy it, because they might not be around forever.


Enough about my family, of the lack there of, there is something else I wanted to share with you. I know that most people have that one best friend that they spend every moment with, or that person that just understands you better than anyone else. A lot of times this is your boy or girlfriend, which yes Josh is my best friend, but I talk about him way too much for even myself to listen to. The friend that really helped and influenced me was a girl named Sarah. I don’t know if I have ever told you anything about her but she really is the sweetest girl you would ever meet in your life. She has that mom like quality that always makes you feel secure and she listens to everything you say, and really listens. Sarah and I didn’t really hang out that much but when we did I knew that it was special. She and I could talk about anything and she seemed to have everything figured out in her life. When Sarah and I got closer I found out that my perfect picture of her wasn’t an actuality. Sarah was actually really depressed and very self conscious about a lot of different things. I hated hearing those things about her because Sarah was the perfect person with the perfect family to me. When I was with her I wanted to make myself better, more like her. When she told me these things about her real life I was shocked. Most would think that I would turn my perception around and start picking out a new role model, and I almost did. Sarah and I hung out still and I realized that I helped her as much as she helped me. She said that I made her happy and I made her not have to take those depressant pills anymore. It was an honor to hear how I could help someone just as much as she helped me. I learned something that I didn’t know before. True friendship isn’t about always being the same, or looking up to someone that is better at this or that. Sarah showed me what a true friendship was. One where neither of us were judged, but both of us helped to make the other stronger. Now that Sarah and I went to separate colleges I don’t see her much, but I’m sure she has found those other people that will keep her happy. A true friend is hard to come by, but when you find that person, he or she means the world to you.


Have you ever felt what it was like to feel infinite? Let me paint a picture for you of what I think it is and then maybe you will understand what I mean by it. It was in the early evening where it was just dark enough to where you could still see all the leaves blowing across the yard. I’m inside cooking with one person that truly understands me. I feel infinite when our favorite songs play through the ipod speakers and we layer the last part of the lasagna with all the extra cheese we have. Nothing can truly describe the anticipation while waiting for your dinner to cook that has to be perfect since your cooking with the whole family. The laughter that bursts throughout the kitchen when your best friend tosses a salad with a whole head of lettuce that turns out to be a whole head of cabbage, that you bought! I remember focusing so thoroughly on the garlic bread to make sure it doesn’t burn and pulling it out just in time all because you got distracted watching your boyfriend look like a fool dancing to “Living la Vida Loca”. Finally when you are all together eating the dish that the two of you created and seeing satisfied faces, nothing can make you feel more infinite. And that’s how I felt.
Dana