4th of July Blues..

Okay, so I really hate to make my first post a depressing one...but it is what's on my mind, and so it shall be. So, for I don't even know how many years I had a 4th of July tradition. My former best friend lives right next door, and so I would go over there every 4th early afternoon and stay late into the night, if not all night long. It was my favorite holiday just because of this tradition. Sure we got older, and things changed somewhat. We no longer played barbies outside while we waited, or swam in the kiddie pool, but it somehow still made me feel like a kid. Last year, in late spring, our friendship came to an end. So this isn't my first 4th without them, but last year I made plans with someone else, so this is my first 4th without hanging with friends at all. It's been a really rough day for me, and while I never thought I'd say this, I'm so thankful it is almost over. I wish I could end this with some miraculously happy ending, but the only thing happy I can say in all of this is that, while I may not have had any friends to spend today with, I have been blessed with some very amazing friends over the past couple years. I suppose one little day a year doesn't compare much to the rest of my life that I hope I will get to spend with these people I have grown to care so much about.

Happy 4th, everyone.