As days go by, the thought of leaving next year is becoming more and more surreal. While at times, the thought seems incredibly exciting to me, there are also those moments where I can’t help but feel sad and nostalgic.
On Monday afternoon, as I sat with 320 people that I grew up with, it hit me that by this time next year, we will all be in different places leading very different lives. While, true, I have always known this, the fact that most of the people I have known since I came to this country will no longer be in my life has never really dawned on me. Of course there will be those that I will always keep in touch with, but a part of me will really miss this place and everyone in it.
Someone once told me that when we leave this town, it will never be the same to us. We will come back as different people who have developed new wants, learned new lessons and experienced new things. But I hope we all remember that we have all made memories here, some wonderful and endearing while some less so, but those memories will always be part of us for they have helped us become who we are today and who we will ultimately be. It is strange to think that in time, most of us will become a population of mere memories to each other. But I hope we all smile when we look back and remember all the great times we had. I hope we all take a little bit of each other and a little bit of this place wherever life takes us.
