Goodbyes are the worst.
Even for a little while.
I can’t stand saying goodbye to loved ones; especially when they are traveling alone and overseas. I hate not knowing where they are or how they’re doing, sure I can contact them every now and then, but it’s still tough. I worry way too much; but it’s only because I care that much.
My dad just left for a month tonight for business. He’s going to Japan first, then London… both of which I won’t be worrying about too much, but then he has to go to Iraq for a couple of weeks. That scares me.
My sister goes away for a month next week too, for a silly college trip. I’m constantly worrying about my sister when we’re in the same country, so that one is going to be hard.
This house is going to be dead quiet for a month and a bit. Looking forward to the 1st of May.
I love my family.
The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud.
Life is all about change; it’s the only thing that’s constant.
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.