I've always been pretty terrible at saying goodbye. Whether it was elementary school when my best friend Angela moved away. high school when we were all heading off to different colleges, or present day when K leaves Eugene for the honky tonks of Nashville.
Flashback to the night before my first of my high school friends headed off to college. I stood in the streets of our small town balling my eyes out, finding gasps for breaths as we hugged goodbye. Even though I knew I'd see these friends on holiday breaks and summers, it wasn't enough. You could say this girl is not good at goodbyes.
I was the only person in Society in Nature (senior rite of passage, outdoor-focused class) who absolutely was not ready to leave high school. I mean maturity wise, I was ready, but emotionally, I did NOT want to part with these people...some of whom I'd known since I was five. Give me a break.
Well today, I'm 27. And I don't want her to leave town, but I know she has to. Sometimes it hurts so much you just don't know where to channel that energy. We had a party to pillage through her stuff on Sunday and take what we wished. Part of me wanted to grab stuff because it reminded me of her. Part of me wants to convince her to stay. But alas, Vanderbilt is calling her name!
K, I'll miss you immensely. Thank you for the last three awesome years of friendship.
Tonight, we'll have her going away party. I wouldn't be surprised if I don't make it through the night with dry eyes. This is not easy, people. Wish me luck.