Another Goodbye.

It's late as I begin to type this. I apologize in advance for the shoddy writing.

It is currently 1:00 AM on January 2nd, 2017. I'm scheduled to leave my house to beat traffic to the airport in 2 hours. I'm currently in that weird point in time where I've packed, I've done all I need to do to be ready, and I'm just sitting on my bed wondering as to what I'm supposed to do now.

This departure feels more surreal than the last. Perhaps it is because it's so close to the new year. Perhaps it's because this time I'll be gone indefinitely. Either way, a strange sense of sadness that is so foreign is over me at the moment.

I think now mainly about my mom. A small tear wells up in my eye thinking about how I'll have to say goodbye to her in a few short hours. It instantly dries up. I'm sad, but not because I have to leave her, but because she has to watch me leave. Her love for me is barely comprehensible in my eyes. I, however, can do nothing but hug her and say that I'll make her proud, which, obviously could never be enough. I owe to her everything that I am and will ever be. I will fight tooth and nail to show myself as a success to her and my equally hard working dad.

As these thoughts pass through my mind, another pops into existence: "Dude I have to be up in like 2 hours. This is gonna be a rough morning."

T.C. Barrera