Hola My Lovers. I come to you this morning with a heavy heart. I wrote in my last letter that, like most of my fellow Harts, I had been approaching the last days of our program with an eery calm… gratitude for the past year, excitement for what’s next. This morning that calm shattered as I am overcome with thoughts of how life will look come tomorrow when the Earhart Official calendar comes down.
Why do I say it like that? Because as our days come to a close, the only thing about Earhart that truly ends is that calendar. We are still Earharts and will always be. We spent a year together, an unimaginable, inexplicable, glorious, tragic, beautiful year as a part of each other’s lives, and while the sand on our 358 days runs out, nothing is coming to an end.
I’ve said a thousand times that I can’t imagine what it will be like to wake up and not have these people in my everyday life. Come tomorrow, that unthinkable becomes my reality. I have fallen in love with these souls, over and over again, and while some hold bigger pieces of my heart than others, as we depart from each other over these next few days, they will each take that part with them, leaving me heartbroken. But as my beautiful Amelia once showed me, love is not a finite emotion. Our hearts create love as we need it. And my Harts have given me the greatest gift: the ability to love them and myself.
As I sit here, unable to pull out my suitcase, literally unable to even attempt to pack this year up, physically or emotionally, I’m hoping to reconcile with the fact that even though today is the expiration date on these relationships as they exist in this moment, there is no end to the love we’ve gained this year.
This one is for my Harts. Please take care of the pieces of me that you take with you when you go. I look forward to seeing you again on this beautiful journey we call life.