And so here I sit. In a room devoid of my belongings, no more baskets filled with colorful yarns and knitting projects, no more clothes squished into drawers that barely close, and no more “office space” that consisted of my computer with a tiny area for me to sit and edit. It’s weird. The no faking side of me feels weird. Leaving the room I spent a year and a half in, and the city I spent almost 5 years in.
I have heard every opinion under the sun on my decision. “You’re doing the right thing,” “you’re moving back home?!?,” “Good luck, I know you will do great,” and a whole slew of others including the look of “you are absolutely crazy for moving back home.” Do the negative people make me re-think my decision? For a quick second, yes. However, when I sit down and think about it, I know I am doing the right thing. I know I am. The opportunities I have up north far outweigh the opportunities I have in Savannah, not to mention there aren’t a ton of people my age left in Savannah. I guess that’s not the point though. I will miss the people I have met and grown close to here.
I will miss my Grandparents with all my heart, but I know I will see them again soon. What kills me the most is that I know how much it is killing them. It saddens me to hurt them, but they agree I am making the right choice, they just wish it wasn’t the right choice so I wouldn’t have to leave. Other then my grandparents, the other hard part is leaving the kids I have babysat for. I have watched some of these kids grow for the past 3-4 years, and leaving them is difficult. They (as well as their families) have become a part of my own family, and I love them as if they were part of my family.
So where does that leave me? Sad to leave, excited for what comes, and a little unsure about what the future will bring. What I do know is this, my time in Savannah has come to a close. My car is packed and in 14 short hours I will be making my way back North. Is it the right choice? Maybe. Maybe not. All I can say is that Savannah has been ready for me to leave for a while, and I have been ready to leave it. Maybe not ready to leave the people it contains, but in need of moving on. I will be back two to three times between now and mid July, so hopefully I will get to see everyone again!
Looking back, it’s amazing how much has happened in the last five years. From the friends I have made, the friends who have hurt me, the friends who have supported me through everything, an the friends I am still in touch with. It amazes me how much changes in during college and directly after. I am a completely different person now than I was when I entered college, and I like to think I am a better person than when I entered college. Leaving isn’t always easy, but it’s sometimes necessary.