18 days, 20 hours and 33 minutes. That is how much time is
left until the moment that class is dismissed on the last day of school.
That is a really scary thought considering that this crucial
moment will be the time when I see some of my friends for the last time. I
don’t want to leave, and yet I feel as if part of me is already gone, making
new friends in my new home. It is a strange thought that my days with my
friends and in my comfort zone are numbered and I hate the thought that while
some of my friends leave for summer and prepare to come back to the life they
know, I will be leaving the only place that I have made solid memories of. The
memories of my years before living here are anything but lucid and I hate the
fact that slowly my memories of my current home will begin to elude me as well.
I know that at some point I will begin to slowly forget the faces of my best
friends and this terrifies me. Sure I will have Facebook and other means of
communication, but they will slowly start making new memories and creating new
inside jokes that I will no longer be a part of. I have set myself apart at
some reunions and I can already envision what my absence will be like. They
promise me now that they will miss me, and I don’t doubt that they will (as I have
missed my friends that have moved in the past), but I know that as always they
will slowly move on and leave me behind in the shadows.
I will slowly have to move on myself as I face what will
become my new home, on my own.
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