How I Hate Goodbyes
Last Saturday at a flat in the Mission, a friend of mine from my study abroad days pulled out a box of photos.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“The best two years of your life.” he replied.
We sat at his kitchen table looking over the photographs.
“We look so young… and tan” he said.
I started flipping through some photos…
“Dammit, we look so happy!”
We looked at hundreds of pictures of Aix-en-Provence, Paris, travels through Scandinavia, northern Europe, southern Europe…
“Is that Val d’Isere?” he asked.
“No, the resort in Andorra – that crazy new years eve with the Russians. “
Photo after photo of friends – close friends who I still see regularly from around the world. Friends who I haven’t seen since I left France. Friends whose names I couldn’t even remember… so many people, memories and places came rushing back to me. The first days, the last days, every minute in between.
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