Saying Goodbye
As I sit at work, attempting to study, residents all around me are moving out. They’re so excited to be going home for summer, saying goodbye to their friends they will see in the fall, or making plans to meet up over the summer. It’s a weird feeling knowing that once they all leave on Tuesday I will never see them again. It’s even weirded to think about it with my own friends.
I’ve been running into people left right and center, who have been around for my entire college experience. Every time I see someone I hug them as if I’m never going to see them again, because I might not.
Growing up and adulting is weird. When we graduated from high school there was an understanding that everyone was parting ways, but we would always return home to good old King of Prussia and run into each other again. Leaving Towson isn’t going to be anything like that. We all come from such different places some near, and most far.
Saying goodbye this time is very sad. There is no guarantee of when I will see people again. I hope I will get to see everyone before I leave for South Africa, but even after that. The adult world is so different from what it use to be. People move far away for grad school or jobs or just to be back where they’re from. It’s weird to think that these people I’ve spent so much time with are about to become memories.
I hope that my friends will keep in touch and that we will see each other soon, but the idea of knowing I won’t definitely be seeing them is a very different feeling.