Considering that two big finals are tomorrow, I'm surprisingly not stressed-- I can only think about cozying up with a big glass of wine and my friends tomorrow night in Philly. That'll be nice, we have lots of catching up to do and fun to be had.
Still, it's weird to think about saying good-bye to people: those who are going abroad, those who are graduating from school, those who I'm just used to seeing for hours a day and won't be seeing for at least a week. Whenever gears shift, it always hurts a bit: you look out on the horizon and you see that your patterns won't be the same. Thinking back on all the good times, you have to wonder if they'll ever get back to that, how things won't ever be the same, how you'll never have those same people in your life in that same way.
And yes, that's sad. But hope has a way of sticking in the air, and it's the relationships that really matter that somehow burrow themselves deep into your life and hanker down for the long haul...forever really. It's those friendships, those good times, that keep coming back again and again; so no matter how many times you have to say good-bye, or feel sad, or change gears, they'll always be a next time. They'll always be a party or a reunion or a weekend or a vacation or even just a quick phone call that throws you back to the past as you tread the uncertain future.
Relationships air out, people change, the way we define eachother goes to shit, and yet we can still always reach across eachothers pathes and make them cross again.
posted by iliza @ 6:33 PM
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