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cimorenei don't think i've ever been this sad to leave a place i lived before. i was always too excited about the place i was going, and never quite so attached to the people (aside from my parents) that i'd be leaving.
now, i suppose, it feels more final, with the wacky fascism over here and my reluctance to return, and the fact that i'll have perry and so very little need to do so, and my parents can't actually afford the plane fares anyway.
even though i'm leaving thursday, last night was like our farewell dinner with frankrike.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
guinevere33 came. we made pizza and drank riesling and various beers (well... the other people drank beer. yecch) and talked for a long, long time. they gave me a farewell present--enrique wrote my name in mayan calligraphy, a combination of the thing for royalty and something like cim with a phoneticization of my real name. on paper that frank had made. in a little frame. i couldn't look at them! i almost cried!
i wanted to show them some due south, but left it too late. they have to drive to florida today. and now i'll probably never get to!
i just feel like... i've lived here since i was seven; why couldn't we have family friends like them before i went away to college? i've hardly got to spend time with them at all. we haven't had very many dinners together over all that time since mom first invited them to dinner. my little sister sees them more than i do, and doesn't properly appreciate it, i'm certain.
now, i suppose, it feels more final, with the wacky fascism over here and my reluctance to return, and the fact that i'll have perry and so very little need to do so, and my parents can't actually afford the plane fares anyway.
even though i'm leaving thursday, last night was like our farewell dinner with frankrike.
guinevere33 came. we made pizza and drank riesling and various beers (well... the other people drank beer. yecch) and talked for a long, long time. they gave me a farewell present--enrique wrote my name in mayan calligraphy, a combination of the thing for royalty and something like cim with a phoneticization of my real name. on paper that frank had made. in a little frame. i couldn't look at them! i almost cried! i wanted to show them some due south, but left it too late. they have to drive to florida today. and now i'll probably never get to!
i just feel like... i've lived here since i was seven; why couldn't we have family friends like them before i went away to college? i've hardly got to spend time with them at all. we haven't had very many dinners together over all that time since mom first invited them to dinner. my little sister sees them more than i do, and doesn't properly appreciate it, i'm certain.
