Goodbye
is such a strange word.
If you’re Mr. Woodin, you don’t believe in goodbyes. And at first, I always dismissed this as another Woodin quirk. But in retrospect, he’s onto something.
There never really is a real “goodbye.” I tried saying goodbye to a few of my closest friends today because it was the last time I’d see them until after we start college.
And it was weird. And awkward.
Who am I kidding? I’m not really saying “goodbye” to anybody. I’ll probably talk to you later tonight, or tomorrow. I’ll shoot you an email every so often. I’ll see you via Skype in the coming months. And while we may be separated by distance, we’ll stay in touch because we care about each other.
We’ll come home for Christmas and catch up over boba. Or any good Asian meal will suffice (I’ll miss those in college). We may have begun to live separate lives as college students, but we are connected by the memories we’ve formed over the years in this little town called Arcadia.
So, I guess there never really is a “goodbye.” Unless you plan on never talking again. And I sure as hell am not going to let myself lose touch with the people I care about.
