I’ve never been particularly wonderful at the art of goodbyes. Whenever I feel a goodbye coming my way, my heart starts racing and I begin talking quickly about how we’ll keep in touch and thanks to the wonders of technology it will be like thousands of miles aren’t separating us and this isn’t really much of a goodbye as it is more of a see you later.
The past couple of weeks have been full of an awful lot of see ya laters. As I prepare to move over 2,300 miles away from the only place I have ever called home, I have learned just how weird it is to be the one doing the leaving. In fact, it is the most surreal experience. During my going away party this past weekend, I spent most of my time thinking how strange it was to listen to my friends talk about their plans for next weekend knowing I wouldn’t be here to join in on the fun. Okay, so maybe I really spent most of the night scheming the best way to hide out in the bathroom so I wouldn’t have to say goodbye to anyone, but I DID spend a lot of time thinking how weird it is that life here in the SLC was going to continue on without me. And I mean that in the least self-centered way possible. What? You mean I’m not the center of your universe?!
It was also weird to catch myself wondering who I really would keep in touch with and who I would be hugging for the last time. But mostly I tried to push that aside, because isn’t that just the saddest thought?
Now don’t get me wrong knowing that I am about to embark on a dream come true really does wonders to help with the see ya later sads. Even though I can’t help but feel a little sad to be leaving this home of mine for an indefinite amount of time, my sadness pales in comparison to the giddiness I feel for the opportunities awaiting me.
But more on that tomorrow.
For now I would just like to say, “See ya later Salt Lake City!”
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