I danced until my high-heeled shoe broke. Dancing the night away, with friends, by myself, just hoping to God that this night never ends. I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to graduate. Moving on from a small parochial scholl with only 19 other kids to an enormous new school with about 500 kids per grade. It’s like leaving a safe haven. Leaving behind all that I have known for the past 8 years.
It’s scary, but exhilirating.
New, but seemingly routine.
A thrill, but a cause for tears.
It’s like leaving a loved one, only to move onto something better that you just haven’t discovered yet.
But leaving with all of my friends who I have come to know and love more than my family, that will be a comfort…
For now, I will live in the moment, throw away my broken heel, my grudges, my fears, and just let go.