If you're reading this, I probably love you.

I'm not good with goodbyes, I never have been, I'm never going to be.  There's no larger part of me than the part that longs to exist truthfully.  I want to love and be loved so deeply that when I find that comfort I want to exist within it for as long as I possibly can.  I inhale deep tonight because I never want to forget the parts of this summer that have changed me.  I want to remember bike rides to the store  and whatever else I spent hours doing on a Sunday afternoon.  I want to breathe in the familiar scent of my room, the room across the hall, next door to the washing machine and directly above my best friend's.  As long as I can let tears stream down my face, I can allow myself to move on and grow into the person I'm well on my way to becoming.  It's hard to focus on the long run when I'm so busy growing and learning on a daily basis in this short term situation.  It's hard to love, it's hard to connect and reconnect and let go constantly.  As I packed up boxes of my clothes and worthless belongings today it truly struck me - I'm embarking on yet another journey.  This one is new, it's longer, it's much further away.  I'm leaving that which is comfortable.  I won't know these city streets, these distant faces and brand new places.  I'll have to start new again, plant my seeds and let them grow as they would naturally.  Sometimes it's harder to embrace the change, but in the end I know it will be worth it.  Another chapter, never closed but always open to a new one.