Saying Goodbye to your Home- 6 Days remaining

Saying Goodbye to your Home- 6 Days remaining

I’ve lived in the same town for the majority of my life. As I approach my departure date, I’m feeling some anxiety. Not because I’m worried about Indonesia, but because I have to say goodbye to the environment that has surrounded me from my formative years till now.

This anxiety is composed of a couple different factors.

First, I realize that I haven’t appreciated the opportunities that my life has presented till now. There are so many things that I haven’t done and experienced here, people I haven’t met, etc.

Maybe some people can relate. Although I know that I cannot possibly experience everything that my hometown has to offer, I still suffer a little bit on the inside when I feel that I’m losing my chance to do them.

Logically I understand that this is not constructive, but I can’t help but feel this way.

The Second thing that bothers me, is that I feel like I’m saying goodbye (semi-permanently) to things I love/loved to do.

Portillos. Back in middle school, before we could drive, my friend and I used to come here on weekends, and split a large cheese fries between the two of us.

The local public library. I’ve spent so many hours here over the last 25 years, that it feels practically like a second home. This quiet building was a big part of my life, and I’ve become quite comfortable here as a result, to the point I can spend the whole day inside those walls.

The Hill. This is the highest point in our suburban town. On a clear day you can see straight to Chicago. It doubles as a sledding hill in the winter, and during the other seasons as a place for angsty teenagers to stare off into the distance in melancholy.

When you’ve spent so long in a place, almost everything you see triggers some kind of memory.

It’s possible that I am a highly sentimental person.



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