Like the ominous ripping off a Band-aid, so is leaving home for
Centre; I know both must happen. But that doesn’t make either any easier.
Everywhere I go I find myself wondering if this is “The Last
Time”—the last time I'll eat at Max and Erma’s with my family, the last
time I'll feed my dogs, the last time I'll put my sister to bed. All my
nostalgia is silly and unfounded; I know I'll be back, but I can't help but
feel the end of an era—the only era I've ever known.
When the song “It’s a Step in the Right Direction” brings
tears, enough is enough. And maybe
last times are okay, because they lead to first times—first times that
can be just as fulfilling and meaningful as what is left behind. I'm so eager
to experience all the adventures that await at
Centre. I'm ready to stop the
torment and just be there. Enough already.
The anticipation of a Band-aid ripping off is worse that the pain.
Once over, I realize it wasn’t so bad. Same with leaving for Centre—once
there, I’ll forget the pain of goodbye!