This week we’re saying goodbye to another season, another place, another group of people we’ve grown to love.
A year from now we’ll all be gone, All our friends will move away
There are some wonderful aspects of this lifestyle. The travel, the shared experiences, the summers off. The chance to meet people who I’d otherwise never have set eyes upon. But it can be very lonely, for how social it is. It can be isolating, for how intense the bonds often are.
We spend 7 or 8 months a year missing those we’ve left back home(s). During those months we make new relationships. You settle into a routine and feel a closeness that is special and unique. All the while knowing that when we say ‘See you later’ at the end of the season it’s likely we mean ‘See you never again.’
Been talking bout the way things change, And my family lives in a different state, And if you don’t know what to make of this, Then we will not relate
This cycle used to be much harder on me. Or maybe I just didn’t have the same perspective I have now. I used to cry when I said goodbye. Now I just smile and hug and hope that this time it’s the exception and I do see you again soon.
The consolation to the melancholy of our departure from our hockey-seasonal home is the ecstasy of a reunion back home-home. The long-awaited moment where I squeeze my dogs, smell my mom’s perfume, see my best friend’s smile and have whispered night-time talks with my sister.
Rivers and roads, Rivers and roads, Rivers ’til i reach you