It finally hit me last night. The reality of this whole growing up thing, that is. I said my first goodbye and the worst part is that it started with my best friend. I guess we kind of just put it in the back of our mind if we can. We just ignore the fact that it's happening and then when it does happen we feel blindsided.
Yesterday I hung out with all of my best friends for the last time in what will surely be a couple months. It was fantastic and it was devastating. No matter how ready you say you are for college you'll hate those goodbyes. They aren't even goodbyes really. They're just see you laters, sadly in this case, later will be longer than usual.
Before we said our final goodbyes to Ty we stood outside my front door for a solid 20 minutes. We all kept bringing up random things to talk about, trying to delay the inevitable. The thing is, it had to happen. We had to say goodbye. We had to let Ty go and let him, in at least some sense, move on. He knows exactly where to find all of us and he knows that if he doesn't find us that we'll come find him.
True friends are like that. You always know where to find them. They're never absent when you go looking and if you don't find them it's only because they're already out looking for you.
This isn't a goodbye, it's a see you later, you son of a bitch.
NP: Landslide- Fleetwood Mac
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