Yesterday, I took a beautiful walk through my city. As my two years in England quickly comes to an end, I can’t help but feel nostalgic.
I can walk through the University’s empty library and empty halls and see everyone I hold dear walk right past me as if it’s a normal school day. I can remember almost every detail of how I met every person I care about. Having graduated from University before, I know that this city and its streets will forever hold the memories of the beautiful people I have had the honour to meet and nothing will replace those memories. There is some solace in knowing that I have taken moments over these two years to truly reflect and be grateful for the extraordinary people who have crossed my path and have tried to live in the moment as much as I can.
Saying goodbye is always bittersweet. While there is separation pain , it is only at goodbye that you truly appreciate everything that that person is to you and the role they has played in your life. As they speak, their voices are sometimes drowned out by your conscious attempt to take in everything about them, their smile, their laugh, their expressions and your mind does a semi-flashback on all the memories you’ve had together. There is great relief in knowing that with the world becoming smaller , there is a high probability of meeting them again. However, there is also truth in knowing that THIS time will never come back. These memories, and this experience, will forever be etched into this era of my life.
It is human nature to look back and romanticize and yet my aim is to TRULY live in these last moments of this era. To romanticize about it while being in it because it is too often that we let the moments of our life pass through our fingers, not appreciating their beauty then but only later.
It is in gratitude and realizing how blessed we are that we can truly take in how beautiful everything is. Even in saying goodbye, there is beauty, because you had something that makes saying goodbye so hard.