Nothing brings up tears like packing the car and saying goodbye to our friends from the summer.
Travelling far away back home, away from the sun and sand and mud and grass and adventure. Sad to close the chapter on the summer and the friends we made, even if we know we’ll be back next year.
It’s never the same when that year has passed. We’re never the same after a year of school and growing and new experiences. And neither are they.
Waving goodbye to summer friends always brings tears because we’re waving goodbye to part of ourselves too, a moment in time when we were and could be something else.
Often, it isn’t until many years later that we realize the last time we saw them was when we waved them goodbye out of the car window that day.
We never know who will arrive at the end of the journey. But we know they won’t be the same as when they left.
So wave hard and wave long; until they’re completely out of sight.