this picture is from 2004. holy shit. look at how young we were.
she’s about to get on a plane 23 minutes away from where i currently sit. she’s going to go through six weeks of training, of insanity, of uniforms and short hair and new starts. then she’ll come back, leave again, come back, and go away for four years. this isn’t college. this is now about letters and care packages, and then about skype sessions and stories of a different life.
we may not talk every day, but this girl has been by my side constantly for the past eight years. i am sad that she won’t be here and i am in awe of how fast the time has moved. but mostly, i am proud.
gpoy: last days at photo finish/atlantic edition.
this is now my second time leaving this hallway on the twenty sixth floor, and its not any less depressing - in fact, i think its more; because i don’t see myself coming back here anytime soon. i’ve had some amazing opportunities within these walls, i’ve met some amazing people and made some wonderful discoveries (musically and personally) while working here. nothin’ but love for all of these fine folks; love and thanks for all they’ve taught me.