There’s only so many goodbyes a person can take. Though as it turns out, I can take a lot.
It started when the semester ended. A bunch of my college friends went back to their hometowns, meaning it would be a while until I saw them again.
It was sad, but at least I wasn’t left totally alone. Some of my friends, like myself, stayed in Boston for the first half of the summer.
In fact, there were enough of us left in Boston that the friends who had initially returned home came back to visit.
Though, of course, I had to say bye to them again.
The summer winded on, and it got closer and closer to the day I would leave Massachusetts. With every visit, and every goodbye, our farewells got more and more urgent.
Especially since we all have such disparate schedules. My friends were scattered around the Greater Boston area, so we never knew if this was the last time we’d be seeing each other.
Finally, the final weekend of my co-op rolled around. It would be my last full weekend in Boston. My high school friends, realizing that my departure was soon, came up to visit me.
I also had to say goodbye to my college friends for the last time.
It was a melancholy moment. I’ve grown attached to the beautiful and friendly Boston over the last two years. And I love my friends, so I was certainly sad to leave.
But now I really am out of Boston, and back in the Philly suburbs! I’ve been busy with moving out/moving in/unpacking/packing. After all, I depart for Vietnam in a week!
Which reminds me.
By the way, I’m going to Vietnam as well.