nights like these
Where “see you soon” are the hardest words to pronounce in the English language. “goodbye” does not translate into anything useful—“travel safely” are simply words you use to fill the void, but that you mean nonetheless.
I think that maybe I thought it’d be easier to say goodbye to trainees once I wasn’t VP anymore—but it’s not. it’s been months since I did anything more with a reception week than spend a few hours with the trainees—but I suppose I didn’t bank on them leaving when I was still around.
Tonight was Alex’s last night in Ann Arbor—at first it didn’t hurt a lot, but then I talked to Sandhya about it a bit and the old burn and sting was back.
I still have saved all the emails that trainees have sent me—especially when they’er leaving. Matthi wrote me about this saying they have—that it’s never goodbye, just see you later and that he always has a couch ready.
The sting comes in because you hope to god that that’s true, but you’re young and the world is ahead of you and you have no idea. So Matthi has that saying—and David Bowie has another, faith isn’t faith unless it’s the only thing you’re holding on to. so that’s what’s difficult with AIESEC—walking home and thinking about that maybe the last goodbye as the last goodbye [and I remember planning out the reception—picking the coordinator, the trainee manager, feeling happy that we were receiving a German because her license would be that much easier to procure in the state of Michigan—and being excited about the airport pickup (my favorite part in all of the exchange process, I swear). Remembering the week… and the traineeship—and feeling happy about the involvement, about the conference attendance, the impact upon members, with a few in specific].
So this is faith. AIESEC faith—that the good times have not yet begun, that the party will continue and will be harder and fiercer than ever before.
(I have also learned that the better the last night, the harder it is to say goodbye—take tonight for example, shots of tequila, rounds of kings, shouting PROST!, watching people learn how to dance for the first time… fuckin’ a—time to stop writing a drunken entry. Goodnight)
I think that maybe I thought it’d be easier to say goodbye to trainees once I wasn’t VP anymore—but it’s not. it’s been months since I did anything more with a reception week than spend a few hours with the trainees—but I suppose I didn’t bank on them leaving when I was still around.
Tonight was Alex’s last night in Ann Arbor—at first it didn’t hurt a lot, but then I talked to Sandhya about it a bit and the old burn and sting was back.
I still have saved all the emails that trainees have sent me—especially when they’er leaving. Matthi wrote me about this saying they have—that it’s never goodbye, just see you later and that he always has a couch ready.
The sting comes in because you hope to god that that’s true, but you’re young and the world is ahead of you and you have no idea. So Matthi has that saying—and David Bowie has another, faith isn’t faith unless it’s the only thing you’re holding on to. so that’s what’s difficult with AIESEC—walking home and thinking about that maybe the last goodbye as the last goodbye [and I remember planning out the reception—picking the coordinator, the trainee manager, feeling happy that we were receiving a German because her license would be that much easier to procure in the state of Michigan—and being excited about the airport pickup (my favorite part in all of the exchange process, I swear). Remembering the week… and the traineeship—and feeling happy about the involvement, about the conference attendance, the impact upon members, with a few in specific].
So this is faith. AIESEC faith—that the good times have not yet begun, that the party will continue and will be harder and fiercer than ever before.
(I have also learned that the better the last night, the harder it is to say goodbye—take tonight for example, shots of tequila, rounds of kings, shouting PROST!, watching people learn how to dance for the first time… fuckin’ a—time to stop writing a drunken entry. Goodnight)
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