For the last 4 and a half years, I have always been the one being left. Bare with me while I explain. I seem to easily become friends with those people who are older than me. While I would never trade these friendships for anything in the world, they do cause one to be left. I have always found that moment of not quite saying good bye a bittersweet one. While I know that with Facebook and other technologies I will still be in contact with them; our relationship will never be the same. They are off to something new and I, being the one left, behind continue daily life as if it hasn’t changed.
Now I am the one leaving. I know when I return to visit Mary Wash, it will be different. It will not be the same campus that I spent my college career at. Those friends I hold so close to me will grow and discover themselves without me being here to grow with them. I will return and there will be that awkward first “Hi how are you?” Only this time it will be me on the visiting end. This realization is met with bittersweet sadness.
