You’ll never know what’s on the other side until you cross the line. You’ll never have a point of comparison if you choose to stay in one place. And you’ll always be stuck with questions about what’s out there, until you pack your bags, and just go.
We will say goodbye, not because we’ve reached an ending, but because that’s the word you say when you begin a new chapter in your life’s story. And that goodbye does not mean the book closes; we simply turn a page.
Being an adult is wanting to run up to anyone who looks nice and saying, “Want to be my friend?” but knowing you probably shouldn’t.
Nobody told me that when you move states for love it might not work out.
Untethered to the compromises and occasional demands that pairing-off brings, it’s fun knowing you can wake up at dawn, go for a stroll on the beach, text some shots of that to your friends (wherever they may be), and start your day your way.
I learned that I am capable of more than I thought.
I know the anxiety that comes from the unknown. I know the bartering that goes on: begging the minute hand to move just a little bit slower. I know people will write in their own goodbye scene and it won’t always be the one we pictured.
You realize a lot of the stereotypes are actually true.
Calling my time in New York a failure because it ended would make about as much sense as calling a long plane ride a failure because the plane eventually landed.
You’re the salad shop that Canada deserves.