When my school finally announced a rescheduled date for graduation, I thought that I had finally gotten all that I needed.
But I hadn’t realized that with my focus on graduation, I had completely forgotten by senior trip.
A trip to Paris and London. A trip that I had been planning with my grandmother since I was a little girl. A trip that had been one of the only things that got me through the hell of high school.
A trip that has now been postponed...indefinitely.
I know that there are some who think I am completely selfish for being so heartbroken about a trip when their are people out there dying, but in my world, I am the only one being affected by this.
I have had to live through these last months as though they were nothing special, when in fact they were so very important. In quarantine, I watched my prom date pass by, baseball season pass by, last day of school and graduation all just pass by. Meaningless dates that once were so important.
Now, I have to spend the next three months watching as a summer that was supposed to be filled with relief, excitement and anticipation, instead be filled with sadness, helplessness and want. This summer was one I had been counting down the days for since I was 13, when school and life started to get really hard. The summer where all that was in front of me was hope and something new. And what’s worse is it’s not like I can plan a reschedule date.
In the event that my senior trip couldn’t take place (my cousin became pregnant and her due date was in the middle of my original senior trip), I had planned on rescheduling it to the fall or spring. Now, I don’t even know if I can plan for the next year with how crazy things are.
I’m just tired of having to give up things over and over again.