Saying goodbye
College can be so cruel.
You make friends. You hang out. You bond. You laugh. You lament. You drink. You celebrate. You lounge. You finish.
And then you say goodbye.
After seeing some great friends of mine that I’ve made in Springfield for the last time tonight, I do feel slightly depressed about the fact I will probably not see them again on a regular basis for quite some time.
Saying farewell is an odd thing in itself. It’s awkward, really, and it’s never exactly picture perfect. It just ends. And that’s it. Abruptness.
So, as I’m watching people that I know slowly disappear from my routine, I’m starting to think about that time where I will probably find myself alone for the first time in a long time. I’ve always had a “hangover” of friends from one phase of my life to the next, making these transitions easier. And now that might not happen any longer.
What then?
Part of me finds this quite saddening, but on the other hand it’s also an exciting idea. Inevitably I’ll meet new people and at the same time be given a fresh slate to start from. That’s a welcome thought.
What’s next? I wish I knew.