I thought it would be easier to write this one in advance, cause I have a history of tardy posting habits, but to be honest, I can’t. I tried anticipating what it might feel like to be enjoying the last day in a school that’s been home for a decade, and I failed.
The thing about goodbyes is that they rarely ever announce themselves beforehand. I mean, most of the time, you don’t consciously decide to end something, it just ends. And that’s why I feel grateful that all of us get to decide that this where we say our goodbyes. This is where we let go and make our own roads and this is where our journey, which so far we’ve gone on together, takes its own course. To steal from John Green, “no one says goodbye unless they want to see you again.”
Now, I know that we’re going to be seeing each other for a few more at least, and most of us will be going to the same school next year as well, I know that slowly, our connections might fade. Not all of them will stand the test of time. We’ll move to different cities, different countries, half way across the globe, our lives will begin to mean new things altogether. I’m not one to feel sentimental about change, but I know I’ll miss the memories and the people and all the things that made these years feel so good. The small things, especially. Walking to the canteen, standing by the lockers, the way the entire class bursts into laughter some times – these are the things that we’ll remember. And I’m grateful.
Endings are hard, and being asked to move on isn’t comfortable, but that’s where the beauty of life lies – in changes. I wish all the people I’ve spent these ten magical years with the best in life, and I hope, more than anything, that we keep these memories with us forever.