I hate goodbyes.
And I’m not very good at it. It sucks. A lot.
Saying goodbye to people you’ve known for some period of time is not exactly my specialist. Even if I know that I’ll see them again sometime soon, I still deteste it.
One of my flat mates has to move away because she has a new job which is really far from our flat. We’ve known each other for about 8 months. And we live together, which means we see each other all the time and you get used to seeing her every day, knowing her habits, laugh at her jokes, chit chat together, cry together when there are troubles. And knowing the fact that she won’t be here anymore makes me sad.
Our flat is small, and the people are great. We spend a lot of time in our cute tiny living (and dining) room. We celebrate our birthdays by eating and doing our famous festive food fight which always attracts the neighbor. It’s a lot of fun.
With that kind of closeness, when one leaves, sadness takes over our flat though it always leaves us (and the one who leaves) fabulous memories.
The one who will leave us is Dewi, the girl with a pink piggy in her hand.