Goodbyes Are Never Hard

That's how I wish it was. I wish I could cut around memories like drawings, saving only the impression and discarding the outlines. The biggest solace is knowing that the limits of our character are never defined. On the long and winding road of life, you can't see the mile markers ahead from a standing distance, and we certainly aren't looking backward to see where we were (at least not while we're moving forward). Regardless of my understanding that connections degrade and the cyclical nature of life devours and regurgitates, I'm here bawling my eyes out while I write thank you's to the professional staff that has guided me and my students for the past two months. Humanity never ceases to amaze the tears out of me.