Goodbye.

Whenever I start talking about college, people tell me I’ll be fine and that’s when I stop listening. And it’s not that I don’t believe them – but if a vicious man-eating bunny were to bite off your leg, it won't hurt once you bleed to death so don't worry.

I don’t mean to be overdramatic about it, and I don’t meant to spoil the fun for people who are actually looking forward to college. But I am sentimental at heart, and I’ve already started to miss home.

My mom tells me to be brave, because people aren’t made to be fearless. And not to get overwhelmed, even though she knows I will be. And we don’t say it, but we know it’s a goodbye.

It’s strange to leave behind a place you’ve lived in for 18 years. Especially when this is the place filled with the people and things that have made me me.And I can only bring so many of my memories with me. I have to leave a part of me behind, so that something new can grow in its place. I have to tremble when I walk, so I can learn how to run.

But for now, I’m glad to spend one last glorious day hanging out with my friends.

I'm going to miss home. I'm going to miss the convenience of familiarity. But I have to say goodbye.

Goodbye. Such a beautiful and sad word. It’s like tying a ribbon on a box full of old letters. Or closing the last page of a good book. Or putting away a well-worn pair of shoes.

But I'm kind of glad for it. Because it means I have something to be sad about.