sad day spent helping my friends move away. away from our college, away from our city.
i hated packing their things and i really hated the part where we said goodbye, but i wouldn't have missed this day with them.
i am quickly coming to the conclusion that today means i am really lucky. the goodbyes were terrible and life is quickly changing, but it is only because these friendships have been so wonderful to me. how lucky am i to have so many people to love, to love me back, and to miss when we are apart?