Right Where We Left Off

Right Where We Left Off

After we picked her up at the airport, Arden, August, Marshall, and I went downtown for about 2 hours.  By the time we had dropped Marshall off at home, and drove all the way back to Clintonville, it was 2:30 a.m!

We didn't want to wake up everyone at their house and ruin the surprise, so Arden slept in my family's guest bedroom. Aspen was flying home from Florida the next day, so we planned on surprising everyone then.

Aspen got home around 12:00 noon. When she texted me that she was home, Arden and I prepared ourselves. We went over the plan one last time, and then we put it into action. I called Arden on my phone, put it on speaker, put it in my pocket and ran next door.

Aspen and Barbara (August, Arden, Aspen, and Kid’s mom), greeted me in the kitchen. Aspen and I screamed and hugged each other. After things died down, they started questioning me about the night before.

“Did you get to go into the control tower?” Barbara asked, suspicious about my story that got us to the airport.

“No, my friend didn't show up.” I said. This made them even more suspicious, because as I stated before we didn't get home till 2:30 a.m. As they started to question me more, I changed the subject, to save the surprise.

“Hey Aspen, I need a video for the blog’s Social Media… Can you video me?”

She got her phone out and started to video. I wrote a song about my friendship with the girls a few years back. It's basically just our story. I change the bridge of this song based on what is happening in our lives at the time.

I started singing the song, and when I got to the bridge I said, “And now she is coming back from Colorado, I would have told you earlier, but we wanted it to be a surprise so…” As soon as I finish the bridge, Arden walked into the house. Everything got really quiet, for a second, and then it got really, really loud!

We would surprise the rest of her family and her best friend that night and the next day respectively. We didn't really do much over the weekend besides be with each other. But that was all I needed…one last hurrah.

I will always be friends with my “sisters” and they will absolutely come up from time to time, but the last 6 months have basically just been me living in the past. Feeling sorry for myself because all my friends are gone, or are about to leave. I think it's time that I stop doing that, branch out and just live my life-  instead of crying because a chapter has ended. Because even though they're gone, whenever we get back together, we can pick up right where we left off.

Have a Greattastic day!

J. Mitchie Ulibarri.