The Terrible In-Between Molds Us into Who We’re Becoming
Uncomfortable? That’s a good thing
She wrapped her arms around me with a big two-arm hug. I’d received plenty of one-armed side hugs from her over the years, but this was full of love and promise for another visit soon.
She kissed me on the cheek, and I used my tiptoes to return one too. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her before she vanished. I felt her long, black fingernails scratching my back, and I inhaled the scent of her hair, trying to commit everything about her to memory.
This visit was different. She’d been more open and reached outside of her comfort zone to show how healthy and adult-like she had become.
She’s been on her own for three full months now. She doesn’t answer to anyone but herself. Her ideals are becoming clearer by the people she holds close to and by the people she chooses to let go.
She’s chosen friends who develop her character and by who she can help sharpen too. She has a good head on her shoulders, and I am grateful for that.
The Daily Campus says, “You are the people you keep.” She echoes these words to me as she explains that one of the people she’s been close to from home is someone she has to let go of.
