“Saying goodbye is a little like dying.”
-Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
When I was growing up, I used to go to camp every summer.
(Though, not Parent Trap-esque…sadly, there’s not two of me…or, maybe, that’s a good thing….)
During those weeks, I’d become BEST friends with others there. BEST OF FRIENDS. When the week would end, there would be lots of tears and hugs goodbyes and promises to keep in contact forever. Since this was the age before Facebook, staying in contact meant writing letters.
A few letters or postcards would be sent before each would completely forget the pinky promise of friends forever.
But I’d repeat the same thing year after year and camp after camp. Vowing to stay in contact forever with my long lost best friends.
Flash forward 10-15 years, and goodbyes have gotten harder. Childhood innocence is lost. The connections made with people are on different levels, and — thanks mostly to Facebook and current technology – contact is managed to be kept.
This week has been the final week for many folks I hold close to me in Paris. People I have grown to love and care for are leaving for their respective countries or expat locations. These teary goodbyes are not the same teary ones from summer camp. These goodbyes are heart wrenching.
And while they are expected goodbyes just like the ones from camp, they aren’t easy.
When you are young, you think you have all the time in the world. But as you grow older, you realize that is a lie. And the more you realize this, the more time seems to speed up.
Sadly, there is no pause or rewind button on life.