For the past four years, I have anxiously been counting down the days till I can officially be done with living in Florida. I would always say "I would rather be anywhere else than here" and in two weeks, that will be the case. I'm heading up to Boston to start my new chapter... scratch that; to start over. I have not been fond of the reputation I have built for myself here and I am so ready to drop it and leave everything behind.
Everyday I am asked: "Lexie are you going to miss it here?" and to be honest, that is the hardest question I think I have ever had to answer. I find myself torn between my hatred for my town and my love for a few memories I have had here. I thought it'd be better if I addressed everything and everyone in little letter, so here it goes.
Dear Boca Raton,
Ah, the city/town I have called home for 18 years. I must say, you truly are the definition of white suburbia. The perfect little utopia filled with the greenest shade of grass, the whitest paint on every building, matching houses, gated communities, high class shopping stores, and artificial people. The people that inhabit you are all the same in the way they look, act, what they drive, what they wear; it's all overpriced and fake as can be. Finding real people was truly a challenge here so thanks for that one. I am more than ready to leave this bubble.
Dear high school,
I do not think I should curse here because that would be rather inappropriate but if I could, I would curse you out right now. I envy everyone who had fun in school because I can safely say not one year was good. Waking up every morning was awful because I simply felt ill thinking about having to walk the halls. I guess I cannot blame you, the school, itself, for it was the horrible, awful, phony people that I had to be around everyday that made it a true hell for me. So I guess I should change this letter up a bit.
Dear everyone in high school,
Thanks for the ridicule, torture, horrible glances, beyond intense competition, lack of hospitality, and overall rudeness. I would have to be dragged to a reunion in the future.
Dear friends,
Oh boy. Let me just start by saying it has taken me 17 years to find my group of pals and I think that's got to be some kind of sick joke. I wish I had found you all sooner because you have made the last year of living here not so bad. There is a lot of you but I want to list you all to let you know how special you all have been to me. Whether we have been close for nine months, five months, or two, you have all impacted me in someway. Greg, Sofi, Jordan, Brenton, Joyce, Alana, Tereza, Kaan, Adam, Ben, Ryan, Leo, Alex, Josh, Austin, Yasir... I do not think I forgot anyone, if I did, yikes. Thank you all for the ridiculously late nights, dumb jokes, hilarious photos, unforgettable memories, friendship, and love. You guys are the reason I will truly be upset to leave here.
I may be overly sick of the weather, tourists, and never ending roads but it's the people that have come into my life that have made it hard to say goodbye. The next two weeks are going to be a hectic and emotional roller coaster, and I forgot how to buckle my seatbelt.
