Editor readies GO goodbyes


You know, I thought about searching for the perfect quote to sum up this experience, to say goodbye to those I’ve met, yet there are simply no words. Goodbye has a different meaning to everyone. For some, it is a farewell: be well for the time we are apart, and when I see you again, I hope all is well. It may be a simple goodbye: I will never see you again, but the times we shared will be remembered. Or perhaps it is a see you later: no matter how much time passes, we will always pick up where we left off.

I have a hard time defining it myself. The friends I’ve made do not accept goodbye in a definite sense; it’s like the word doesn’t exist. There is nothing that can erase the memories that have been made in these past four months, and we all know it without having to say it.

And maybe it’s because we’ve only had such a short time to share with each other that we cannot get enough of one another. If you went a day without seeing one person, it felt like years. That’s just the way it is. Now, days will turn to weeks and months and possibly years until the next time we see each other again.

With little time left, the rules are much like Fight Club’s. Rule No. 1: we don’t talk about leaving. Rule No. 2: we DO NOT talk about leaving. That’s pretty much it.

The worst part of packing was making this stupid playlist. So, at first, I thought it was a brilliant idea. Seeing as my mood switches from sad-happy-sad, I decided to make a ten-hour playlist to make the plane ride home go by faster. There were some things I didn’t account for.

First, most of my music is depressing as is. I mean, I’m not going to put a bunch of dubstep and house music in a playlist where I’ll be sleeping 50 percent of the time, so a lot of the songs are about going home and growing up and leaving people, places and things behind, which aids in running a constant motion picture in my mind of my time here.

Second, I put songs in the playlist that remind me of everyone. There are songs my friends who’ve already left showed me, songs my flatmates and I sang together in the apartment, random karaoke songs, songs sung at the bar, songs we danced to at the club, songs that were on repeat for hours and new songs introduced to me by friends. Every song creates this nagging in the back of my skull and brings forth this flood of memories that is honestly almost overwhelming because I realize that these moments are done and over with.

Lastly, there are just some parts of me I’m leaving behind in Perugia. Music is a huge part of my life, and I can remember moments of being here through certain songs. I evidently thought a ten-hour plane ride was a good place to start being nostalgic.

As happy as I’ll be to see my family and friends, eat some Wawa and sleep in my own bed, I will never forget the people I’ve met here, no matter how briefly. For that, I would like to say thanks, and I’ll be seeing you around.