Goodbyes Are Sad 

"It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure." -Ernie Harwell

As the clock ticks down to the day I leave the only home I've ever known, I find myself hiding from all emotions. If I let one in, then everything comes in. And so much of it is sad. Goodbyes are sad and terribly inconvient. But new adventures are not. If I can remember that, if I can live these days by this quote then I think I'll be okay. I'll be brave enough to fly. 

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