I Don’t Want to Say Goodbye

I’m dreading having to say goodbye to my friends. This September, my friends and I are headed off to our different paths. We’re all going to get settled into our new lives, where our futures are forever changed. My friends and I are all going to be scattered around the province, and before you know it, around the world – where we are at least hours and hours away from one another.

Not only that  – but as cheesy as this sounds –  I don’t want to say goodbye to my youth and the innocence of it all. High school was blissful and so simple, to say the least. Yes, there was drama, but I made good memories, gained new friends, and learned a lot about myself along the way. Although I am excited for what university has to offer, I can’t help but think that my first day in my new school is the first day of the rest of my life where I leave so many things. There are no more excuses for petty, childish behaviour. The weight of responsibility is holding me down, and I don’t know how to get back up.

I guess I’m just sad to leave everything behind. It’s as if I’m moving forward while everything is staying behind. My bedroom, my hometown, the people I used to see everyday and will never see ever again. Friends I said “hi,” to in the hallways and met up with once in awhile are soon going to live hours away from me and are people that I will more likely than not ever say “hi,” to ever again. How weird and crazy is that.

Our paths, once collided so strongly, are now so separated that it’s hard to grasp this new reality without overthinking about everything. My only hope  is that everything ends up the way it’s meant to be and that there are still people whom I hold close and continue to connect with. Maybe not often, but enough to the point where I still consider them a friend.

Note: I don’t own any pictures used in this post. 

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