We stood only a few feet apart at the end of her paved driveway. No words were preplanned for this moment, neither was I drowned by any overwhelming feelings. We simply stepped forward in unison and clutched each other with warmth. Energy was exchanged between us, as well as a few words of goodbye. No uncertainty was left on that Friday afternoon, only assurance that we would see each other again shortly.
Saying goodbye can be troubling when devoid of any confidence in the next meeting–this time was not the case. Regardless, the departure of a friendship or lover should be a celebration rather than a mourning. People flow in and out of one’s life, and there is no need to grasp on tightly to each individual. Instead, allow all to come and go, and you will not only be more prepared, but more welcoming for each new beginning.
I flicked the ignition on, and as rolled down the front windows, I overhead a joyful yell, “byyyyyeeeeee.” Glancing over to the car rolling away, I saw Porter’s arm stretched out of the window, waving goodbye. I reciprocated with a wave until her vehicle was out of sight. She was now on her way to San Francisco.
Things are changing. But they always are. One is powerless when it comes to stopping this flux, and it is just as detrimental to attempt to run away from change. Instead, move with it. See the beauty in it. And keep dancing with it. Feel good.