Tårer og frygt (Tears and fears)

Two posts in one night. Sue me. 

I didn't realize how hard good-byes would be.

I did know that I was probably going to be upset when it came to saying good-bye to my parents. Mom is always especially emotional.

But saying good-bye to my co-workers tonight and my three closest friends. That was tough. 

It wasn't so much the good-bye part. Or even the scared part of me that was crying. It was the part of me that had realized summer was over. 

And so, while saying good-bye to my friends was tough, saying good-bye to summer was the worst. 

I used to say winter was my favourite season of the year. I would still say that, to an extent. But summer is right up there. All the way home from the bar tonight, all I could think about was Cavendish. That festival is really the epitome of summer for me and it was those thoughts that set me off. 

And once the waterworks start, it's hard to stop them from flowing. Especially with a little alcohol in me. Typical girl.

So I'm going to pull myself together here, watch a little bit of Grey's Anatomy (ou two Grey's mentions in one day, okay now you can sue me) and try to get some rest.

Just for the record, it's not longer the eve of my departure.

12:35am, August 25th. The day of my departure.

Here we go.