Saying Goodbye

I've said goodbye a lot this month. I've said goodbye to people I've known for 6 months, and people I've known my whole life. Each time it takes a bit out of me.

My parents were wonderful enough to give me a going away party (which happened to land on my 25th birthday, but one topic per post). There I gave hugs, opened presents, and cried. I was emotionally drained at the end of the night, but I also felt loved. Which is all anyone really wants. I felt loved and supported and every time I think about the friends I've so luckily made over the years, I know I'll be ok.

Now, a little less than a month after my party, I've had to say goodbye to my family. It's difficult, it literally feels as if someone is taking a wrench to my gut and squeezing.

So, even though every goodbye is growing more difficult, I'm glad that each of my friends and family have a bit of me to keep.

Goodbye. Adeus!

P.S. - On a positive note, no goodbye is every really final. I am really looking forward to keeping in touch with all my friends and family!