I have been watching lots of TV lately (I am also demolishing my summer reading list and developing a very nice base tan.) Thanks to Netflix and Hulu I am currently very well-versed in Frasier, Scrubs, The Mindy Project, and The Office - just to name a few. Today I finished Season 7 of the office. I also felt like a total wimp when I watched the episode "Goodbye, Michael" and fought back tears the entire time. (Same thing with the series finale of Frasier and various moments in Scrubs.) I guess goodbyes are hitting me harder than usual right now. (Besides crying at comedic television, I have also adopted some abnormal sleeping patterns. Abnormal in the sense that I'm not really sleeping.) And I'm 99% sure it has to do with the fact that my own goodbyes seem to be looming towards me with ever-increasing speed. In 15 days, I am going to move across the country. I've never had to say goodbye to so much all at the same time. I'll be saying goodbye to the only place that has ever been home, along with my family and friends (not to mention the sun). And while I am excited to start this new chapter of life, and definitely beyond excited to finally be going to medical school, I am so sad to be leaving.
There is this incredibly sweet moment in that last episode of the office when Michael asks Jim why he is so sad and if he is doing the wrong thing by moving to Colorado. Jim replies "Absolutely not. It's just that sometimes goodbyes are a bitch." And that's pretty much where I am at right now. I am excited to go live somewhere new. I know the chance to go to medical school as something I have been working towards for a long time. I know that moving to Pennsylvania is absolutely the right thing for me to do right now. But I am still sad. And saying good bye to so much all at once is going to be a bitch.
