"God gave us memories, that we might have roses in December"

[professor_shoe]

It's officially over. I received my final paycheck, my final evaluation, my final hugs. My room is empty, save for my purse and laptop. It's really rather depressing

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[ditriana]

according to dan bejar (aka destroyer), in the song "my favorite year":

the whole point of everything's the moving on

[ditriana]

ps: i recommend you listen to it. it seems very appropriate for you right now. :)

[ditriana]

in fact, here you go.

[itealaich]

*hug*

[darkfirehair]

*Hug* And a hearty, "Welcome home."
Or at least that is what I will say when I return home too. : )

[midoriliem]

I love your post and you know I love you...I feel the same way right now.
"To listen for the tiny rustle of those translucent strings, binding us all into one, allowing us to appreciate those beautiful moments that are given to us when unsought. The warming breeze, stolen kisses, a soul-cleansing rain; they are all temporal and that is their beauty. To become a memory."
I need to find that. And: "chest-wracking sobs of fear and loneliness and knowing that in order to become strong, you must face fear and be alone. Despite it all, this has been a good year. I did not run-- I grew. And I am coming back to the closest thing I can call home to date, stronger than I can possibly be."
This is what I hope I can say in 23 months.