Five of my favorite people in the world descended on Colorado this past weekend. It was an emotional weekend of laughter, adventure, and farewells. But all I can think now is: how do you truly say goodbye to people who have been your whole world for nearly as long as you can remember?
Saying goodbye terrifies me – especially now. It signifies a definite end in a way that even high school and college graduation didn’t seem to. With every farewell, I am left wondering whether each person will still be a figure in my life in two years’ time (or, with some, whether I’ll even see them again). I don’t think we’re going to willingly walk out of each other’s lives – but I worry I won’t be able to pick up the pieces of the relationships I leave behind and somehow find some semblance of my old life.
There is so much to say to all these people. I want to tell them how much they have meant to me in the last half decade and how they have become my family. I want to remind them that even though I won’t be there in person, I still really want to hear about everything going on in their lives. I want to beg them not to forget me, because I certainly won’t forget them.
More than any of this, I need to say thank you. I need to thank them for encouraging and inspiring me, because there is no way I would have made it here without them. I need to thank them for being the support that held me up every time I fell, that made me laugh at more moments than I can count, and that were always willing to listen to me.
I may not see them for two years, but they will be with me every step of the way on this journey. I will have pictures and stories to share, and every new friend I make there will certainly hear at least one anecdote of some of the amazing people I left back home. I will love them and miss them constantly, and they will always be on my mind. I could go on and on forever, but for now I’ll just leave everyone with one final line: I’ll see you again soon.