Here I am, ready to leave again for the other coast… I fly at 6am.
Saying goodbye is always hard, but it’s harder this time because I don’t know when I’ll be back. Really for the first time, I can’t say “I’ll see you _____” at the airport as I’m saying goodbye. I’m writing (hopefully) a thesis, and have a job, so Spring Break is not certain, and after that, who knows.
It may be at least six months before I see my family again.
I’m not a big fan of goodbyes, of flying, or of January, so I hope these things all go by quickly. I hope I get to see my family sooner than I think I will, I hope I do a better job of calling them and keeping in touch, I hope I don’t drift farther apart than I already have in my stubbornness to stay my own path.
Anyway, tears aside, wish me a safe flight.
As always, catch you on the flip side.
