“And I try not to worry, but you’ve got me terrified. It’s like you’re in some kind of hurry to say goodbye…” -emo song lyrics courtesy of Death Cab for Cutie
Goodbyes are strange. My life has been full of them since these phenomena called “adulthood” and “wanderlust” have taken me over. First I moved to New York for college: goodbye party #1. During college I went to Kenya for a summer which I think also warranted a goodbye party: #2. College graduation of course came with #3, a “Goodbye-to-New-York” party. Then I went into the Peace Corps, so #4 was a big shebang. After returning from the Peace Corps, Zach and I lived in Ohio for awhile then we moved to Arizona. That was my #5 and his #1 for goodbye parties, and don’t even ask about the stories from that night!
Anyway, I’m a spoiled brat with my goodbye parties. My friends make fun of me for how many I’ve had, so this time I decided not to have one. I’ve just spread the goodbyes out over the last couple weeks in Ohio. It’s weird. With some people, it doesn’t bother me too much. I’ve done it so many times. But with others, like my BFF and her hubby, who we’ve had so much fun with for the past few weeks, it’s hard every time! I get so spoiled by being in the same state as her for a few short weeks but then it’s time to leave again! Makes me sad. Also, grandparents. Every time I say goodbye to them for a long period of time there’s just an apprehension about it, you know? One of the harder things to do in life, I’d say.
I’m not really sure where this post is going. I guess I’m just processing all the goodbyes of the past few days. The good news is that “my” goodbyes are officially over since we are out of Columbus and staying with Zach’s parents in his tiny town until our bus to Chicago leaves on Wednesday. So my goodbyes are done, and his are just beginning! Mwahahahah!
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