I write this while traveling with my best friend. We’ve been doing that a lot recently. We are moving him out to his new home. He said something the other day that made me think. He doesn’t like goodbyes. I’ve never really thought about that much but it’s now the only thing on my mind. I’ve said a lot of goodbyes in my life. Most of the time I don’t think much about it, just a closing to a good time and a look at the next. Other times like now it can feel daunting the goodbyes could mean for a long time or forever. It makes me sad that I have to lose those I love through a simple word. I think this because in the past this has been the case. Goodbye meant the break between those I loved. Here however, I don’t fear the word. I know that sometimes it’s those that want to be in each other’s lives that will always find a way. My friend waited for me for over a year when I thought it was goodbye and now I know I can wait forever too. Goodbye doesn’t mean good luck, it means until we meet again. Life is too short to think goodbye is the end of something stronger than the word. This isn’t good bye, this is just the beginning.
Housed and Fed 