The Good in Goodbye

Glassy eyes, luggage in hand, words of goodbye. These are the three components my parents have prepared for all their lives, as well as mine. Because you could say that these three components will intertwine, join forces, to what we will call: college move-in day. All the x's marked on the calendar in my head have mounted to this very day. The countdown is over; it's here.

Glassy eyes, luggage in hand, words of goodbye.

Now of course, I need to blog before I leave! After all, my room is the only place I have ever been able to write in. My room with the walls I have decorated; my room where my walls are exposed. Therefore, I must say that the idea of leaving my room, parting from all I have created and known, is a chilling yet radical concept.

Glassy eyes, luggage in hand, words of goodbye.

My mom is such a brilliant woman. She has been my guardian angel for four years now; and yet her past words still inspire me to this day. Before her last trip to the Philippines, she left her family with a food for thought, the glass half full per se, the good in goodbye. She told her family, and she continuely recites in my head for preparation for tomorrow that there is no such thing as goodbye, but rather, see you soon.

If I abide by my mom's words, then there truly is something good in goodbye. The presence of good is, in fact, the irony of goodbye. Because if I abide by my mom's words, then there consequently is no such thing as goodbye. Hence, the good in goodbye is that goodbye does not exist. With abiding to my mom's words, I can say that I am finally ready.

Glassy eyes, luggage in hand, see you soon.