moving up, moving out, moving inwell, its the wee hours of monday morning. in a few hours, i will be living on campus. i'll be out on my own to fend for myself. well, that in mind, i decided to spend some quality time with some quality people today. and well, i guess i was kind of cynical about it. it felt like i would never see them again. it felt like we were administering our
final farewells, despite the fact that i will be back for thanksgiving, if not earlier. but it just feels that way. im leaving people for, well, a month and a half at most, but it just seems like so long.
i'm fearing change. i'm fearing time. i'm fearing what is not known by us, but has been perfectly planned out by someone who knows so much more.
few more hours, and i'll have nothing but (as the title suggests) memories and photographs. wait. scratch that. no. i will have more. more than just memories. memories implies history, old news, but this is an unfinished story. it wont stop just because im (insert distance here...metric please) away. it will just be different. something i will have to adapt to.
time to shed a manly tear.
i have officially closed one chapter of my life.
cheers.
dear all those i know and love: farewell.