I am moving out of my apartment today and I'm finding myself with so many feelings. It's funny, because this isn't the first time I moved. I changed dorms twice during college, and then I moved into my apartment. I said good-bye to several places that I called home, but this time is different.
Each of those moves, I still knew I would see my friends the next week or the next month. We had college linking us together, and we couldn't escape each other if we tried. Now, though, with law school, things are different.
I had a friend over a few days ago and when I hugged her good bye at the end of the night, it occurred to me that this was an actual good bye. It wasn't, 'I'll see you later' or 'See you this weekend'. In a way, it was a definitive end, and I don't know how I feel about that.
Okay, I guess I do.
I've never been good with good byes. I get awkward and uncomfortable, and I want them to end before they even begin. I realize that this doesn't have to be a true good bye with my friends here. We have Facebook, phones and my impressive badgering skills. Still, though, the chance that it could be a real good bye is difficult to take.
I don't really know the point of this post. I'm not asking for advice or sympathy. A lot of people move and they go on with their lives. It's a part of getting older and growing. I guess I'm just not completely ready for that next step.