Goodbyes Suck.

I couldn't think of a more eloquent title. It's a down-fault of mine. 

I'm a starter. I love to start new projects, learn new skills, make new friends, cook new food dishes, all of those things. Want to know what I fail at? Finishing them. 

Earlier this year I watched all six seasons (121 episodes) of LOST on Netflix and simply tuned out the last ten minutes of the last episode because something distracted me - arguably the most important ten minutes of the entire series. I still haven't gone back and watched it. WHO DOES THAT.

With knitting I learned smaller projects are my forte. Baby booties - done. Hats of all variety - got it. Scarves - boom. Sweater - yeah, bout that... 
I get bored with what I'm doing and just stop! 

Not a good habit. 

The same thing is true of my sister. We both had a scarf phase (don't lie, you had one too!) where we both bought (separately) over a dozen scarves of all sizes, colors, textures, etc. 
Did we each need a dozen scarves? Of course not. But we loved scarves. They complemented every outfit! 

With music too! Mumford and Sons is my favorite band. You can nearly always find their C.D. playing in my car because I can genuinely listen to it on repeat and not get bored.

My sister, however, is a repeat song-abuser. The song below is one I can't even listen to anymore because of the vast number of times she played it on car rides. Considering we drove to and from Penn State together (3.5-4 hour drive), I nearly went crazy. 

However, I do still love me some Chris August. 

This whole post is basically leading to the point that I realized this morning, I don't like the endings. I avoid friends near the end of the year because I don't want to say goodbye. I would rather our last memory be a pure one than an over-processed gaggle of hugs and tears. I leave for camp in a week and have to leave my friends from home - whom I've only been with a grand total of three weeks. But still, rather than be all "Wahhhh I'm gonna miss you." I'd rather spend a final bonfire with s'mores and say "See you soon!" 

This time it's coupled with real goodbyes though. One of my best friends from home is moving out to California with her family and the other is travelling to Ohio State where she'll be attending in the fall. These are real goodbyes. And I can't process that. My mind doesn't like it. 

Therefore, I just end up here. Goodbyes Suck.