It's hard to say goodbye. The goodbyes to my friends are over with, which are some of the hardest. But the strangest goodbye is when you are done packing, and have a few minutes to spare. Everyone is unique in the way they might spend that time. Some may read, others listen to music. Many might go over every little detail to make sure that they didn't forget anything. Me? Well I've got 40 minutes, so I decided to write this. Yes, the checking off of everything will come, but right now, I am saying my own little goodbye.
This is my last post about living in Vienna before I actually get there. From here on out, it is a mystery. Will I like Vienna? Will I like my host family? Will I live up to people's expectations of me? None of these I know, but they are things I will find out, and if you want to, you may find out with me.
Well, I have just given 10 minutes of my precious time before leaving, so I probably should go over my checklist, and do all the other meager tasks that must be done. There are two songs that seem to define this moment for me. Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson, and Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver. It is time for me to break free and see the world, but I will miss terribly all those I leave behind.
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