by Welche Sun Sep 09, 2012 4:25 am
There is something about an ending that is majestic, beautiful and yet almost unbearable. I can list a couple examples for your viewing pleasure.
I lived in England for 8 months. As you can imagine, by the end of my 8 months, England was my life. I was about 11 at the time and 8 months seemed like ages. To be fair, I'm 16 now and it still seems like ages. Leaving there, never to return, was almost surreal. It was hard for me to deal with. As I went to London from Oxford everything was a blur.
That was a sketchy example. The best I have was graduating from my "high school". I say that in quotations because it was in fact 2 years with 19 other people. We took the same classes and got to know each other very well. It was the evening of our graduation. We rented out a dinning place up top
Grouse Mountain. The evening itself was a lot of fun, but then the time came to go back down the gondola. On the way down I listened to Good Life by One Republic and gazed out upon Vancouver at night. If you have never looked down upon a city and night I suggest you do it at some point. It is really a magnificent sight. I felt very accomplished to be saying good bye to all my high school years, but at the same time it was about the saddest I have ever felt. In fact, after this I almost felt worthless and meaningless, like I was drifting through life. I honestly don't know what I would have done if I wasn't swimming at the time.
One more small example that is much less meaningful to my life is simply finishing any series of novels I really enjoy. The idea that there will never be any more is tough for me to grasp.
Also whenever anyone I like posts about leaving a site I am on, I get very nostalgic.
TL;DR goodbyes