Goodbye to the Place You Called Home

You didn’t realize how much you loved this city until you walked down the street with a backpack filled with your belongings, thirty dollars in your wristlet, and a plane ticket taking you back to the home of the eighteen year old girl that you used to be or, maybe, still are. Time doesn’t seem important until you add the amount of years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds, that you invested in the people and the places that you visited here with wide-eyes that took in every detail and soft lips that spoke of appreciation for the unknown. You think about the place you cried the most- on a hill next to the science building that the first boy you believed in in adulthood would live in until he went away to better things with only a glimpse of the woman you’d turn into after he left. You think about the confidence you gained- the women that embodied the ideals that you are so passionate about that made you believe in yourself more than any good grade ever could. You think about the institution that you fought against, but that had actually given you a new way to view the world and the people in it; you think that maybe opposition leads to evolution and you are thankful for this. You think about the boy you gave yourself to in the middle of winter when everything around you was dying, except your smile and his eyes, eyes that would inspire you to write poetry that was good enough. You think about all of these things when you realize that it’s time to say goodbye, but goodbyes are never forever and the future always brings new places and new people and new ways to love, to be happy.

So thank you to the place that embraced me with welcoming arms.

Until next time…


Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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