Melissa left today.
Our little journalism brigade has officially started to fold up our tents and leave camp.
Melissa said it's like the fellowship of the ring breaking up, and I guess she's partly right. Except in the Lord of the Rings they head for Mt. Doom. I hope we're not headed down the same path. Things have been strange/tense lately in our little fellowship, but I'd like to just chalk it up to moving/packing/cleaning stress. I hope that's all it is. But maybe I'm being overly optimistic.
Mike and I took Melissa to the bus depot tonight. It was sad to know that we won't see each other for 4 months, probably longer. But it was a surprisingly emotionless parting-of-ways. Melissa warned us she'd more than likely cry, and I figured I'd be holding back some emotions of my own. But it wasn't like that at all. No tears, no real sadness, just a quick hug and a "have a good summer."
I don't quite know what to think about that--lack of feeling is not something I usually suffer from. It's very odd, although I have declared myself to officially be in my new "Fuck it" mode, so maybe this lack of sadness is just part of that.
I didn't even really say much to Melissa before she left. I might've mumbled something about "have a good trip" but I don't really remember. It would've been nice to at least have been able to squeeze out an "I'll miss you" but oh well, I probably don't need to tell her that. I'm sure she already knows.
I know I should be at least a little bit sad, after all, It'll be many moons before I see one of my best friends again, but I don't really feel anything. Maybe once all this crazy moving-day business is over with it'll hit me. Or maybe it won't.
Who really knows.
Fuck it.
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