It’s Time To Say Goodbye [Confessions of a Twenty-Something]

I have always hated goodbyes.  I went to sleep-away camp when I was in the sixth grade and cried saying goodbye to all my friends that I had made. I had known those girls for like, a week and thought my life was over. At 12, it was the saddest moment of my life. I cry whenever I drop someone off at the airport. I cried when I graduated high school and college. I cried when I left my high school part-time job. As you can see, I don’t do goodbyes very well. I just have a hard time letting go. I’m nostalgic and wistful and kind of a wimp to be honest.

Goodbyes just totally bum me out. It’s that empty feeling. Goodbyes are unsettling and sad and just plain crappy. I have always hated the finality of it all. The melancholy vibes that come with the idea of saying bye to someone or something just leave a hole in my heart. There is no “good” in goodbyes, people—only tears and sadness and longing. I suppose I should just stop rambling and get to the point of this whole introduction and delve into what I came here to do—which is to say goodbye.

I have been writing “Confessions of a Twenty-Something” every Wednesday for about a year and a half now, and after some deliberating, I have decided not to continue with the column.

This was not an easy decision to come to, and I will first say that writing this column has been such a wonderful gift. I am so lucky that CollegeCandy gave me the opportunity to pretend I was Carrie Bradshaw every week. “Confessions” has been very special to me. It’s been a comfort and an outlet and a source of so much joy in my life. It’s mine. It has made me feel special, like I had a purpose. I had something that I needed to say, and I had people who wanted to hear it. I found my voice through this column, and I am forever indebted because of that. You guys have been with me through graduation, post-college life, struggles to find a job, a few bumpy relationships, and you were even there when I decided to go falling in love and more recently, get engaged.  It’s been quite the ride.

Through my entire time writing “Confessions of a Twenty-Something,” I have morphed into a completely different person. It’s been so wonderful to have all you readers by my side while I did it too. Every comment, every tweet, every message of thanks and “I can so relate to that” has meant more to me than any of you will know. It brings me such joy to know that people were actually reading—that people were actually right there along side of me as I navigated through the early years of being a twenty-something. Sometimes I would write and write and write and wonder, “Who the hell is even going to read this? Why do I bother putting so much work into it?” and those were the moments when I got an e-mail or a tweet or a comment, thanking me for helping them feel better about their life. That has meant everything.

To be honest, I’ve decided to stop writing because the passion I have had for “Confessions of a Twenty-Something” has faded. I feel like it when the excitement and thrill is gone, it’s time to move on. I know I’ve had a hard time letting go in the past, but I’m slowly learning that sometimes, even the best things end, and we need to appreciate what we learned and continue moving forward. I’m a different person now with different priorities.

I’m not a typical twenty-something anymore. I’m not a college co-ed, drinking at the bars, dating different guys and coming home with amazing stories to tell. In a few short months, I’m going to be a wife and a stepmother and a full-fledged adult. And I know that, right now, not many of you out there can relate to that at all.

So it’s time to say goodbye.

I will truly miss writing for you every week, and I hope that through these 70+ weeks, that you’ve taken something away from my writing. I hope you’ve saved yourself some stress from reading about my mistakes and blunders. I went through a lot over the past year and half, and I’m sure it’s not over. Truth be told, after all of the writing and advice-giving and reassuring, I’m not sure that we’ll ever figure out how to navigate through these post-grad years. I think we’re just supposed to lean against the people around us, accept the help we’re offered, take some chances, and hold our breath.

I know that being a twenty-something is confusing, and you may not know which way is up sometimes, but you’ll get the hang of it. Trust in yourself. Believe in yourself. Make some mistakes and learn some lessons. Just make sure to have a damn good time while you do it.

Katie recently finished her undergrad at North Central College in Naperville, Illinois. She enjoys wasting hours on Facebook and tweeting things no one cares about. When asked the question, “Do you do marathons?” She promptly responds, “Of course! Which show?” Follow her @KatieGarrity! Or read her personal blog where she talks incessantly about Ryan Gosling and hummus here!

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