Goodbyes are hard. They are always hard. They are especially hard, however, at a program like where I am now. My fellow interns and I have thrown ourselves into our work for six weeks now. We have lived and breathed and thought about nothing but the kids we were teaching. And now, all of a sudden, it’s over.
Even though I have just been through an incredible, harrowing, transforming experience with 37 other interns, I am likely never going to see these people again. So, goodbyes are hard. However, when I left Rome, goodbyes were hard. When my semester in Greece came to a close, goodbyes were hard. At the end of every school year, when I see the graduating seniors for often the last time, goodbyes are hard.
And now, senior year is really starting. I bring it up all the time, I know… but I am grappling with the concept! It’s senior year of college! It’s my last year on the Hill! I am not sure if I am going to be able to face it. I love Holy Cross – really, truly, head-over-heels, LOVE it. Saying goodbye is going to be the hardest goodbye of my life.
This only goes to show: I am so lucky to have had these experiences. I am blessed to have met the people that make saying goodbye so hard.