Sad Goodbyes and Happy Hellos.

Last night I had some sort of panic attack when it hit me all of a sudden that I have 5 days until I leave for Savannah. With family still here from Christmas until tomorrow and New Years Eve/Day taking up two whole days, my relatively free social calendar for the last six weeks has suddenly filled up and I am running out of time to see and do and play and eat all things Newport for another 3 months. Like I said: panic attack.

On the other side of that coin comes major excitement that I will soon be reunited with my Savannah family and getting back into the swing of some very exciting classes and major creativity! Believe it or not, I kind of miss these crazy hoodlums and our shitty house.

There is this weird pull that I’ve been thinking about lately, when it comes to living on two coasts. Especially, when you are genuinely happy at both places for different reasons. It comes with this nasty pressure to spend a real, quality amount of time with people in spite of holidays and plans and school schedules and I can’t deal with all the emotion right now. I smell an airport breakdown on the 2nd and I’m not ashamed. It happened last year, why no make it a tradition?

2 thoughts on “Sad Goodbyes and Happy Hellos.

  1. Don't worry puj…I have an airport breakdown every time I leave. I always feel bad for the bag checker because I am obviously a wreck with red puffy eyes and a frown on my face. It's an airport,…it's inevitable.

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