Saying Goodbye, Going Away

Saying Goodbye, Going Away

Seems like goodbye is a hard thing to say

Touching a hand, wondering why
It’s time for saying goodbye 

The Muppets always could sum up my feelings better than anyone else. That song from the classic The Muppets Take Manhattan always comes to my mind when I’m leaving somewhere. Driving back from school after graduation, after every goodbye thing I had this summer, it was stuck in my head. I tear up every time I hear it.



It’s funny the different kinds of goodbyes there are. There are the ones with the people you know you aren’t going to see for a while. Then there are the ones you don’t know are going to be for forever.



Those are the types of goodbyes I’ve been having the past few months. It’s odd, because on the one hand, I’m really not sure when I’ll be back in the United States again. I have no return ticket booked, and a lot of factors affect when that return will be. This is not a semester abroad. I’m somewhat establishing a life over there. With the hassle that’s it’s been packing and getting everything together to move, I’m thinking it’ll just be simpler to stay over there forever (plus I think my mother is looking forward to having an excuse to regularly go to Europe whenever she wants).



I have a sneaking suspicion I’ll be back in the United States very soon. My maternal grandfather’s health is not going well, and though I will not go into detail, he will probably not be in this world much longer. In some ways, I feel like this is a reason not to leave. I should be in America for my family; I only have so much time left with some of them. But on the other hand, I’m only young once. As I get older, it’ll be harder to just pick up everything and move to a different country. And it’s not really a debate now, I’ve sunk quite a bit of money into this venture and borrowed even more, there is not turning back now.



The goodbyes I’ve said will have to suffice, I don’t think you can ever say enough of a goodbye, say everything you want to say to someone. It’s a part of caring for someone; you will always want more time with them. As I make more friends across the globe, I will forever be missing someone. It’s one of the problems with spreading my wings more and more.