It's crazy that as you get older, it seems to get harder to say goodbye. When I was getting ready to go to college I practically pushed my parents out of my dorm room door. Now I'm having trouble imagining how hard it will be to not be able to call home on a whim. I had somehow convinced myself that it wouldn't be hard to say goodbye. Walking through the gates in NY was brutal. I don't think I've ever felt such strong and conflicting emotions at the same time...
I was also reminded more than once that if it isn't working out, I can always come home. No questions. No problem. As nice as that it, I'm hoping it works out.
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