Goodbye

It doesn't matter whether you're leaving for four days, four weeks or four months. Maybe it'll be four years, and the Olympics visit more frequently than you. Saying goodbye is never easy. I know I've had it easy, I've never had to say that many goodbyes, and the ones I have had to say have only been for a small amount of time. Sometimes I've wanted to say goodbye and not been able to, which only had a detrimental imapct on things in the long run. Sometimes I've missed my chance to say goodbye to someone, and still regret it to this day. It's a horrible word, a lonely word. It breeds segregation, and a lot of the time signals a chapter of your life coming to an end.

Tonight I said goodbye for a little while as I'm going to France. I know it's not long, and I am looking forward to going, but I think sometimes you don't realise how integral a person can be to your entire existence until you're faced with the prospect of spending some time without them. I'm not saying I'll spend the entire time I'm away sobbing in le corner, but I think it will be strange only having minimal contact with someone so important to me. I guess the finality of saying goodbye threw up all sorts of questions, memories - not all of them ones that I'm entirely comfortable with - and even though it's for merely nanoseconds in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't mean that I won't miss the things here very, very much.

But, as much as I'm looking forward to going away and all the fun I'll have, I guess I can count myself doubley lucky that I have a reason to look forward to coming home again; a hotdog and a game of bowling with my name on it :D




Incidentally, for the next few days, as I am in France, I won't be able to contribute to this. Sigh. Failure at the tenth hurdle. I know the idea was to post once every day, but I promise I'll make up for it when I get home. Once I've readjusted after a spell on Planet Travel, and spent some quality time with the boy I'm (reluctantly) leaving behind.