Rachael at NEC
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
For the sake of argument, we’re going to say that I delivered Rachael to New England College on Sunday the 6th. This may not be accurate. I may have brought her there on Saturday the 5th instead. The truth is, I can’t remember how many nights she spent at my parents’ house because I can’t remember us doing all the things we did with Stephanie on the same day we drove back from Cape Cod. It’s all a big mystery to me, but the important thing is that the my car’s brakes finally died on me during the trip back from NEC.
Rachael seemed really at home from the moment we got there. It seemed to me that this was going to be a new fit. It was like Bradford without being Bradford. It would give her an opportunity to start fresh and really do what she wanted to do.
I stayed with her as she visited various offices and got her stuff up to her room and I didn’t really want to leave for two reasons. One, I didn’t know when the next time I’d see her would be. And two, I didn’t want to deal with whatever it was that was causing the really awful scraping noise whenever I applied the brakes on my car.
I did eventually leave though and it felt like the end of something for me. When she was at Bradford, I saw Rachael all the time. When she left after sophomore year we exchanged tons of e-mail, a number of letters and she made a giant handful of visits. But this time, somehow I was aware that our friendship would become more long distance, both in actual miles and in the miles of time it would be between communications. I would see her only one time more before I got married in April of 2001.
My brakes scraped and squealed all the way back to Chelmsford and I knew that I wasn’t going to end up with a car to start off my senior year of college. This was most depressing, but not as depressing as knowing my best friend had finally moved on to bigger and better things.