The Power of Goodbye

This was our last night together. 

Today I cleaned and packed the last things. Tomorrow I'll fly to New York City with Turtle. It will be awesome, of course. My brother and I will come to Santa Barbara in two weeks, but it will not be the same, then almost all my friends will be gone. I got people to sign my skate board, Pokerface contributed with a heartfelt piece of poetry: "Everytime I eat something sugary, I get acid reflux. Everytime I drink beer & coffee, I get acid reflux. And everytime I'm with you, I get acid reflux." Eddie wrote a lasagna recipe, because he's always cocking Italian cousine. We emptied a way too expensive bottle of sparkling wine that Youtube (Trulli) gave me on our shared birthday. Then we hit the streets of IV and the house parties. In some sense it was a perfect last night, because I met so many people I've made friends with here. Some of them I'll meet again, I'll definetely go to Copenhagen for a visit, but there are so many people that I don't know if I'll ever see in person again. We'll keep in touch through social medias, but it will never be the same again.

This might seem like a sorrowful post, but I'm not sad, I'm merely reflective. I'm thrilled about my three weeks of travel, I'm looking forward to return to Sweden, hell, I could teach Candide optimism. In the future, I'll remember the good times we had together, not the last time I saw you.