Leaving

So...I'm leaving today from a place I love.  After spending the weekend in wedding preparation and celebration, we crashed on Monday and then said "Good bye!" to new friends and old family.

Woke up this morning and realized that I had to leave this place and my wonderful memories behind and go make new ones.  I know that's a good thing, but why does it feel so bad?

I don't want time to move on and things to change.  In fact, I can't stand it.  

It's no use however, my dislike for it doesn't stop it from happening.  

I've been leaving a lot of things lately.  I left college (graduated), I left my job, I left my toothbrush, and soon I'll be leaving on a missions trip to Guatemala.  

Leaving.  Such a final word.  The end of one thing the start of the next.  

Why must we leave?

Final thoughts.