The Not So Hard Goodbye

Before I planned on coming to Europe I planned on leaving at the end of July. Then I traveled around for 16 days and spent 4 months worth of money. I tried to switch my return flight to the end of June and I soon found out that switching flights costs a lot more than a $200 fee. All told, switching flights from July 31st to June 30th would have cost almost a grand. But then I found a $300 dollar flight through Iceland Air. It leaves tomorrow afternoon.

I felt guilty about calling it quits at first. But after spending half a year abroad it only seems natural that I'd want to go back and see people I enjoy being around. Throughout my entire stay here I have been ultimately solitary, occasionally making a few quick friends but never really feeling connected with anyone. I see people who have met here who will cry when they say goodbye and try (or at least pretend to try) to meet each other again some time in the not too distant future.

I've had none of that, which isn't so bad in its own right. It's given me a lot of time to get to know myself, or at least a better idea of what it means to "know oneself." I'd say I've made progress, but I'm no Dali Lama. The big thing about not caring about anyone I've met is that I don't mind leaving at a moment's notice. It's liberating! As for all the sights I've missed: they're not going anywhere.