I've started saying my goodbyes. I'm pathetic when it comes to goodbyes. Like really. I can have known someone for a week and I will cry when I say goodbye to them. I'm not sure why I'm so bad at goodbyes, but I always end up in tears.
So last week, my neighbor Tanner left for his mission to Argentina. Tanner's that family friend neighbor whose age corresponds to mine. He went to Waterford in elementary school, and we were in the same grade. We go way back. My first memory of Tanner is of coloring together in nursery. That's how far back we go.
So anyway, Tanner went on his mission. And that was confusing for me. Because he's always been my peer. Like there was a period of time when I was younger (as in, much younger) that I was convinced we'd get married. And I'm off here saying things like I'm going to major in creative writing and then go to grad schools and maybe by the time I'm 30 I'll have a real job and Tanner's like I'm going to go on a mission to wherever the church tells me to go and I'm not going to see my family for two years and I'm going to learn Spanish and get up at 6:30 every day and have companions that I may or may not like. It just blew my mind.
So I said goodbye to Tanner.
And then Friday night, Alex, Kat, and I went to the Melting Pot to say goodbye to Alex. (Melting pot is kind of our thing if you haven't noticed yet). And that was confusing. It was really sad, you know, because we won't see each other for so long and because we're going our own ways, but it was also horribly exciting, because Alex is off to have such wonderful experiences - we all are. And yet, it doesn't make it easier to say goodbye.
Someone should get me some dark chocolate: Kat leaves on Friday.