I am terrible at goodbyes. At airports, I wave wildly to my parents until they are out of sight. In cars, I lean out of windows in a similar fashion. Sometimes, you've just got to drop everything in your arms and run back to the person you've just walked away from as fast as you can. I don't know why, but I staunchly believe that those last seconds shared between two people matter a very large amount. And if that requires neck-straining, sore arms, and saying goodbye until I'm hoarse in the throat, so be it. But how do you say goodbye to a city, to a place, to people that hold very uncertain roles in your future? I've never been able to figure that one out, so I hold them tightly, walk for hours, sleep when my heart hurts. Listening to this song helps, but leaving never gets easier.
we keeps looking for the place we belong.
ReplyDeletea graceful pict. thank you.
we know it's impossible, so we just let go.
ReplyDeleteMost definitely agreed. Most of the time I like to think of the uncertain goodbyes as "see you laters," though. It makes it easier to deal with, I think. This is coming from someone who moved every three years, including overseas and back, though. :)
ReplyDeleteAs the bus drove me away from Oxford, England, the mists obscured the city as we travelled away. It was like Brigadoon disappearing. I missed it terribly, cried a little, but always hold that wonderful city and my beautiful year there in a special place in my heart. paris will stay with you always.
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