It's been a long week of wonderful, laughter-filled, and simultaneously awkward moments. At the end of every evening the 'goodbyes' were different this time, a little more definite, that much more difficult, and prolonged until enough courage was mustered to follow through.
Goodbyes are hard, they're emotional, people tend to cry and awkwardly laugh to make it less difficult. Goodbyes are exhausting, the more you say it, the more real the "end" becomes. Goodbyes are reassuring, and I will never regret saying them! Goodbyes let the people that you are leaving know they matter, goodbyes tell them you love them, and that goodbye doesn't really mean "goodbye" but "i'll be seeing you". Goodbyes leave nothing unfinished.
Tomorrow is Monday, and at exactly 12:51pm I will have twenty-four hours left in Eugene. Another twenty-four hours of everything that has been familiar to me for the last decade. Twenty-four hours before Los Angeles becomes home for an indefinite amount of time. Twenty-four hours. One thousand, four hundred and fourty minutes. Eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds. One day. One day to change my mind. One day to change my life forever.
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