I knew it.
This is like high school graduation all over again. I've grown accustomed to all the faces in our small community in Paris. I've come to expect certain group gatherings for lunch, a certain posse to call...
...and now it's all come to an end.
I dislike this. Completely. I hate that feeling you have sometimes when you leave people---the feeling of: "Oh, I'm going to be sad. I should be sad. Things are coming to an end." And though we know we've made great connections, great friends, we wish silently to ourselves:
Please tell me it wasn't all a lie.
There are people we've grown apart from; I mean, after high school everyone changes, and people just drift apart, acquaintances and friends alike. We'll miss each other for the first few weeks, but then we'll become too occupied with our lives apart from each other, and we'll call each other less frequently.
Things happen. That's life.
Fortunately, many of us find those special people that we can still stay close with despite not calling for a few weeks at a time, and not even seeing them for months at a time. And we look back at our good times and have a good laugh.
They were good times.
Paris was such an amazing experience, and...yes...I will miss my yesterdays and hope for wonderful tomorrows.
