They never tell you the full truth. They never tell you that your life will never be whole again. They never tell you all the things you need to know, and they never tell you all the things that by all rights must be known.
They tell you you'll be homesick. They tell you it's going to be a difficult adjustment. They assure you that eventually you'll be fine. They tell you time flies, and eventually you'll come back home. They tell you a lot of things, but they never tell you the bits that matter.
They don't tell you that you build a life for yourself. They never tell you that the homesickness goes away because eventually it feels like home. They forget to mention that you find yourself friends that become your family. They fail to tell you that you get attached.
They don't tell you that it feels like that very first goodbye, that first time you left home, when the journey ends and you must go back. They don't tell you how much more it hurts because it's permanent. They don't tell you how painful it is to say goodbye to a place that became your home.
They don't tell you that you'll be filled with a sadness that doesn't ease when you should be happy. They don't tell you that you'll shed tears when you pack. They don't tell you that you will break down what you built brick for brick, and you will end up missing something that is a mere memory for as long as you live.
They don't tell you the truth of it. They don't tell you that it starts with being homesick and ends with it as well. They don't tell you that your life becomes nothing but a series of goodbyes and hellos, and that you'll spend the rest of your life missing someone, something, or somewhere.
They tell you you'll be homesick. They tell you it's going to be a difficult adjustment. They assure you that eventually you'll be fine. They tell you time flies, and eventually you'll come back home. They tell you a lot of things, but they never tell you the bits that matter.
They don't tell you that you build a life for yourself. They never tell you that the homesickness goes away because eventually it feels like home. They forget to mention that you find yourself friends that become your family. They fail to tell you that you get attached.
They don't tell you that it feels like that very first goodbye, that first time you left home, when the journey ends and you must go back. They don't tell you how much more it hurts because it's permanent. They don't tell you how painful it is to say goodbye to a place that became your home.
They don't tell you that you'll be filled with a sadness that doesn't ease when you should be happy. They don't tell you that you'll shed tears when you pack. They don't tell you that you will break down what you built brick for brick, and you will end up missing something that is a mere memory for as long as you live.
They don't tell you the truth of it. They don't tell you that it starts with being homesick and ends with it as well. They don't tell you that your life becomes nothing but a series of goodbyes and hellos, and that you'll spend the rest of your life missing someone, something, or somewhere.
Even if they prepared you, even if they tell you everything thats bound to happen, nothing will ever prepare you for that last moment of goodbye. But its not a goodbye; its a "till we meet again". Just a new chapter of your book.
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