Beside 'change,' 'goodbye' has been an extreme certainty in my life. I take the pictures, I decorate my walls with them - and before you know it, it becomes time to take them down. You'd think after 18 years, I'd grow accustomed to packing my bags, letting comfort go, saying goodbye to people - but no... each time, it just makes this hole in my chest bigger. There's an existing void that only grows with each goodbye. I get attached easily, and I feel with an intensity that, at times, consumes me. So, you see, walking away from what I get the privilege of knowing is distressing. Once, I begin to establish a place called, 'home' - life's like... "JK. Time to move again" I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I just want to feel and know that I have a safe haven to run to when I get fed up with life's realities. I just want to know that what I've grown comfortable with and learned to love isn't going to be gone after a short period of time... that is a certainty I deeply long for...
