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Land Mermaid

Have you ever met a land mermaid?  They have the longest hair and even longer legs.  They can make heads turn and hearts ache.  They have an unwavering ability to make you feel like every day is Christmas.  Lucky for me, Kerri is a land mermaid.

Anyone that knows me knows about this girl.  We call each other cousins (even though we're not), best friends, and pain in the ass.  We have known each other since they day she was born and I know I wouldn't survive on this Earth without her.

She's the type of girl that will get stuck in the middle of a summer rainstorm and enjoy it.  No panic involved.  She will always be up for a beach day even when the sun is hiding and the breeze is bitter.  We can sit in silence or binge watch an entire season of One Tree Hill together and still say we are having fun.  We both will never know what it is like to experience a runner's high because we would much rather curl up on the couch and we are totally okay with that.  We can spend hours laughing, arms flailing, tears rolling down our faces, and will have no idea why.  Kerri is the friend that my sister always warns new guys in my life about.  She says to be aware of us together because craziness will arise and weirdness will roam free.

She gets me and truthfully, that is all I can really ask for in a friend.

Where the Real Story Begins

After a long and Taylor Swift filled ride home, I was ready to celebrate my 21st birthday with my closest friends.  I knew that this winter vacation was going to be different.  I would be able to take on the town with my babes and we were even going to be celebrating New Years in Philadelphia.  I was going to take full advantage of my single winter break. The madness that ensued after my arrival home is probably best kept off the internet but I can let you know that it was the perfect way to restart.  I headed back up to Rhode Island with a clear mind and full heart for my third season of college gymnastics.  This is where the story really begins.

The end of winter break whizzes by and the first week of classes is upon us.  Each day I walk into my classrooms praying to see his familiar face.  I search the room only to be met with defeat.  Somehow, out of the limited selection of classes our school has, we were not together in a single one.  Thursday was my last chance to be able to see you again

The sun rose on Thursday and I reluctantly climbed from my bed.  The air felt different that day.  Not in a "I know this is all going to work out" type of a way but more of a "the temperature dropped 15 degrees and I am frozen to the core" type of way.  I bundled up and ventured off into the snow covered campus.  I'm making it sound like my campus was enormous and I had to trek miles to get to class.  Instead, it was more a 30 second bone chilling walk for the shuttle that provided me with door to door service.  Same thing.  I sat through my day of classes until the last one arrived at 6:00.  I crawled my way to a chair and plopped my bag on the chair next to me.  I was surrounded by friends I regularly had classes with and we were happy to catch up after break.  Then it happened.  He walked into class.

He didn't always sit with my crowd but I saw him from across the classroom and shouted, "Hey Ted!! Come sit with us!"  What was I doing?  Where did this gallantry come from?  I quickly moved my bag from his chair and he took a seat next to me as the professor began to call attendance.

My Turtle Shell

Weird analogy, I know, but follow me here.  The obvious use of a turtle shell is to protect the little guy inside.  It provides shelter and safeguards the animal against the harsh elements of the world.  It is inconceivably hard for predators and enemies to break through that shell.  The shell is also there for the turtle to hide behind.  It can retract into its shell when it feels threatened or panicked.  A feeling we know all too well in the world we live in today.  The shell of a turtle is also known as their spine.  It is the backbone that holds the animal together and keeps it strong.  The shell is a turtle’s home, it’s safe place, it’s sanctuary.

A turtle’s shell is fascinating, the uses for it and how it grows with the turtle instead of the turtle outgrowing it and having to find a new one.  It is beautiful and unique.  Parts of a turtle’s shell are also still undiscovered and not understood.  It is truly an amazing, yet complicated shield for the little being that lives inside.

Jacqui, my sister, is my turtle shell.

Blame it on the Blondies

“Whatever our souls are made of, his (*hers*) and mine are the same.”

Who knew the start of a lifelong friendship could start from me being the most judgmental and bratty 18 year old?  

Flashback to freshman year of college:  Loyal and steadfast to a fault.  A quiet and reserved girl with an overly presumptuous best friend.  This was me.  When my best friend didn’t like someone, neither did I and that is how this how thing started.   Long story short, junior girl wants to rejoin gymnastics team (because duh, we need her and she should).  Coach asks team’s opinion.  Team all says yes except for the four best friends that anyone could have.  Coach doesn’t listen to juvenile freshmen.  Girl joins anyway.  Strange twist of fate, freshmen and girl become inseparable.

I never would have thought that our friendship would have turned out this way but gosh darn did the stars align and I became the luckiest girl.  This woman is truly outstanding.  She will tell me like it is and she will most definitely tell others like it is if they do me wrong.  She is beautiful from the inside out.  I am telling you, rays of sunshine just beam out of her.

Our lives are eerily similar yet completely different.   She is one of those people that makes me want to overshare every detail of the hardest days.  I crave her knowing every one of my deepest secrets.  Not because I trust her with them but because I know she will love me anyways.  And that is what a true friendship is; loving someone endlessly without rhyme or reason.  You just love and love and love them because they are who they are.

Kate has been there to guide me through all four years of college.  Through the heart aches and belly laughs.  The never ending gymnastics van rides when I would cry at 12 am because he didn’t text me back and the never ending lunches in Donavon when I would leave 20 minutes early for class because I couldn’t imagine being late.  She was there for it all, she still is.  When I need someone to come sit with me at the ER because my mom is 925 miles away she is there.  When I need someone to tell me to stop talking (which is more often than not #nervousspeedtalker), she is there to say it.  When I need someone to hug, she is there, which is weird because the girl does not show emotions often.

I could honestly go on for hours about how Kate and I have the same soul but I will leave you with this.  When you have a Kate, you don’t let her go.  You keep her in your life because honestly, you won’t find another friend that comes close.

Fight your Fears

Months pass and here I am still faithful to the same guy, still sitting next to the handsome gentleman in class, still going through the motions.  Then it hit me.  It hit me quicker than snow would melt in July.  Why am I letting my fears control my future?

What fears, you ask?  The fear of hurting someone else and myself.  The fear of regret.  The fear of losing friends.  The fear of being replaced.  They all terrorized me so I kept someone around that didn't deserve being towed along for the ride.  That is the funny thing about your fears; when you fear something, you are giving it the power to control your life.  We let these jitters have authority of our dreams and our souls every time we have to make a decision and that, buddy ol' pal, is not the way to live your life.  Sermon over.  Back to the story.

I could not let my life continue the way it was.  So I did what any 20 year old would do-I called my Mommy.  She gave me life lesson #46 (which turned out to be pretty cliche) always follow your heart.  So there I was, in the midst of finals, planning out how to change my whole world.

At the end of the week, when finals were over, I drove my suitcase filled car to his house.  Marched up those stairs and let him know I couldn't do it anymore.  I think that was the first time in two and a half years that he could not read my mind.  For some reason though, my words did not seem to rattle him.  He either assumed I wouldn't keep my promise this time or, I believe, he knew the path we were on was leading to this.  So, as I marched back down those stairs for the last time, tears filled my eyes.  Tears of relief but also, once again, fear.  I knew my friend group was about shift and my social life was going to have to be adjusted.  As much as I struggle with change, I knew it is necessary for growth and we both deserved that.

I hopped back into my car, and started my drive home for winter break.  Clear head and clear eyes (full hearts? anyone?).  Life was going to be okay.  It was going to be more than okay.  I turned up my Taylor Swift and did not look in my rear-view mirror once on my five hour drive home.  Figuratively, of course.

My Home Team

Everyone once in a while, by the stroke of luck, you meet someone that speaks to your soul.  He was speaking to my soul.  Class after class he would interact with my friends and me.  We were acquaintances and for me, that was enough.  All I wanted was for him to notice the insignificant things and he did.  He asked where I was when I missed a class and he teased me in the best way when I showed up in a neck brace (casual, I know).

I was never disappointed when the professor told us to work in groups because I knew it was my chance for us to become a team.  A team I so longed to be a part of.  I wanted him to be my home team.  My go to.  Someone who cheered me on when I scored and took a knee when I was hurting.  It was going to take everything in me but I was going to make him my teammate.

I couldn't just ask him to be my so called teammate because well duh, that is just not the way things worked in this day in age.  For starters, we would both have to be single because there is no other option. Once that was formally taken care of, we would have to exchange numbers? Go on a date? Get us jerseys? (kidding.) How does this all work?  I had no idea and he had no idea I was going to try to make this all happen but how could I not - he was perfect.

For now, I guess I was going to have to sit back, find some patience, and let life play out itself, something I have never been good at.