Transition

By: Connor Lenahan

I apologize for the delay in posts; I have had a busy few days. I not only hosted a gigantic fantasy football draft, turned 19, obtained and defeated a vicious head cold, saw two movies (The World’s End and Blue Jasmine) and got my cast removed in the ten days I took off, I also had to accomplish what many of my friends and classmates (former and future) have had to face these past few weeks.

Boston University is one of the absolute last colleges to move in out of my friend group (Drexel being dead last, moving in during late September). I had people leave for Duquesne and Pittsburgh on the 19th, Penn State the 23rd and 24th, the School of Visual Arts the 24th and scores more to places like Princeton, University of Scranton, Penn and Syracuse during the break I took.

I tried as hard as I could to see people before they would be departing for school. This would after all be the last time I would see many of them for months. Some of my closest friends would be as much as ten hours away when I hadn’t been more than ten minutes away from their house for over a decade.

This is before we get to the people that are not leaving. I have myriad friends that will this year be seniors, juniors, sophomores and (thanks to my youngest brother) even freshman at Abington Heights.

I’m not going to miss high school. I’m not going to miss living inside a vacuum where everyone knows every detail of everyone’s life. I’m not going to miss the daily onslaught of classes that I could care less about (sorry, I’m a journalism major, I don’t know what’s so special about chlorine, nor do I give a damn). I’m not going to miss waking up at 6:30 AM every day (this is an actual form of torture in some countries).

I’m going to miss people though. That’s what high school gave me. I have these incredible friends that have been nothing but a blessing on my life. I feel as though all those that graduated are moving to interesting locales where they will learn and thrive and grow. I am going to miss them yet simultaneously feel happy knowing they are happy to get a new perspective on life.

I’m going to feel bad leaving people behind in Clarks Summit. I don’t want to fully leave the community I was not only raised in, but also so lovingly welcomed in that I can’t imagine a better feeling in my life.

There is a weird part to all of this though, I’m not really getting as stereotypically emotional as some of these friends that are leaving, and the friends and/or significant others that are staying behind. I know why too.

When I was a kid, I would break bones and have to stay home to heal at a scary high clip. From 1998 to 2000 I had four major fractures. While other kids started making friends at young ages, I was home alone watching Thomas The Tank Engine.

For the longest time I only hung out with one guy, Matt Bruzzano, and then had friends that I would mainly see in school. I was somewhat used to not seeing people very frequently. It wasn’t really until high school that I had a core group of friends I hung out with both in and out of school almost every day. That was when I was 15 though. I had grown up without seeing many people for a long while. I got used to isolation. Don’t get me wrong, this is no longer the case and I’ve been much happier when I have people around. I think it’s more of a case that I can spend long stretches of time on my own, or long times without seeing people and not have it make much of a dent on my mind.

I could go months for a time without seeing someone in person and be fine. It’s just how I grew up. So now when people whom others have surrounded for their entire lives have to leave, they are having a major adjustment made.

It’s like Bane, “You’ve adopted the dark, I was born in it.” I am not bothered by all of this. I’m ready to go to BU, ready to meet these wonderful people who have been supportive and awesome to me in the months before we finally get to shake hands for the first time. I’m ready for the space from my close friends despite the fact I’d kill to be bringing them along in a duffel bag. I’ll be okay; it is just going to be weird.

Friday is the day. Friday is when I officially become a Terrier, when I can no longer identify as a Comet for the first time in 12 years. Friday is the day I start living on my own for the first time ever. Friday is the day I eat and entire box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while watching Shaun of the Dead because dammit I can.

Everything is changing and I’m not sure I realize it. Sorry for rambling, I think I’m trying to piece all of this together. Miley Cyrus has broken my brain, I’m sure you understand. Tomorrow will be back to what I know best, but tonight, I have to get ready to make a five-hour trek to a brand new home.

Until then Boston, until then.

Connor Lenahan (@ConnorLenahan) is the founder and editor-in-chief of Connorlenahan.com. He is a freshman at Boston University, majoring in journalism.