I can’t believe it. No, but really. I feel like everybody is playing this big colossal joke on me, like, “Ha ha! You’re going home in less than a day! LOLOLOL SO FUNNY!” but as if in reality, Wednesday will come and go like any other Wednesday and I’ll still be at my 8 h 10 Langue class on Thursday morning, leaning against the wall of Salle 6 in my chair even though we aren’t supposed to and scribbling notes to Jasmine or Danielle between interrogations.
Last week, I said my first real goodbye. Rachel, who has made regular appearances in this blog since I met her on my first real day in France, left early to graduate (which she did successfully on Saturday! MY BABY IS ALL GROWN UP) and I don’t think I’ve cried so hard in years. We went to a special lunch together and then said goodbye on the same corner where we first said hello, and then I sobbed the entire way back to school. As I entered the common room with tearstained cheeks, my friend Hannah swooped me up in a hug and voiced my exact thought – “It’s different when it’s real.”
Right now I’m looking at a half-packed suitcase. My things are strewn haphazardly about my room, with coats on top of chairs and random decorations on all the walls. Two trash bags sit against the wall, filled with the pages upon pages of notes that I’ve taken this year, and next to them there is a pile of postcards that I never wrote and pictures I kept because there was no other choice. This is home. Not America. This room, in this house, with these people. And I will never be ready to leave it.
Today at school, we had our last school-wide assembly. Towards the end, some of us shared things we had created over the course of the year. I read a short essay that I wrote, entitled “And That Was How We Said I Love You.” I hope you don’t mind if I share it with you now. (Suffice to say that my voice cracked at the beginning of the last paragraph and I was flat-out sobbing by the last sentence. SYA France 2012-2013, I love you so much.)
And That Was How We Said I Love You
And this was how we said hello: With our shy eyes not wanting to land in one tree for too long, our hair freshly cut and our clothes freshly bought, lugging bags behind us and dreams in front of us, not sure of what was to come. We said hello with a bowl of macaroni and cheese that tasted just a little too much of tomato, and an airport sandwich that was just a little bit too dry. Parents said their goodbyes, with tearful hugs and cries of “I’ll miss you!” and “Call me when you get there,” but all we said was hello. Those first few hours we spent hopping from terminal to terminal like the homeless birds we already were, all we did was say hello, each in his or her own way – a loud introduction, a photo surreptitiously snapped, a name and state, a stand and wait.
Hours turned to days, and days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to seasons, all of them running together in a swirl of memories like stars splashed across the sky, coming together in constellations yet standing apart in their own fascinating glory. We stood together, united as one, and traversed the bay that looked impenetrable. Holding each other up across the muddy depths, leaning into the warm and welcoming yet still unknown embraces around us, we did more than say hello. We asked, “Who are you?” And, more importantly, we answered. We showed who we were in the way we acted, the way we all dressed up for one day of being American, the way we reveled in the laughter and love we found around us and did not falter at the difficulties we encountered. Our personalities revealed themselves bit by bit in preparation for the most spectacular of spectacles, in a game organized late one night that in name suggested the exact opposite of the love it bred, and in the gifts left by secret givers during stolen moments of stolen days.
And this was how we found ourselves: With new trinkets in our pockets and newly soldered families waiting for us on two continents, we managed to break away from the familiar for a second time and immerse ourselves in what we knew to be home, for now, for a moment, for as long as life would let us have it. Somehow we made it through a week of putting all that we had learned to the test, anticipating whatever might be thrown at us, and were rewarded with a day when even the sky celebrated how much had changed. Then the days grew darker and our memories grew shorter and we struggled to remember why we had come, why we had left everything that was so familiar and bright, why anyone would want to uproot everything they knew for something so unsure. And that was when we revealed ourselves; through the misery we felt and the support we gave each other, we found that nothing is too difficult to be survived with the aid of a friend, and no hardship can outlast the love of someone who wants to see us through it.
Then came the bus ride to the place we already knew, the place where it all began, the place we took our first steps on the ground of our new home and thought, “There’s no turning back now.” But instead of nine unknown months ahead, we had just five unknown days; days we filled with adventure and abandon, museums and mystery, late-night hotel room chats and early-morning bleary-eyed breakfasts. At the end we parted even better friends than before, with shared secrets tightening the threads between us just a little bit more. And when we returned, it was a new month, and a new time to discover and forget and remember to learn and love and live more than ever before. We rose to the occasion, peppering our days with impromptu dance parties and lost walks down little streets, not realizing how quickly our time together was swirling down the drain until suddenly it was time for a trip to the sunshine.
And that was how we said, “I love you.” We said it in the way we sat together, singing and dancing and laughing, in the back of a bus that became yet another home. We said it in the way we frolicked around towns for the rich at heart, acting as loud and American and together as we knew how and taking pictures with our minds and memories. As we sat together at the end of a long day, sunburned and bug bitten and so happy we could not contain it, we said it in our concern for our friends and our concern for those we did not know, our want to fix things even if we did not know how. We said it in the way we gathered to support each other, drawn only by the need to comfort and heal, and in the way we turned every moment into an opportunity to laugh.
And on our last night, we said, “I love you” in more than words. We said it with our pretty speeches, we said it with our hugs and tears, but most of all we said it in the way we sat, haphazardly arranged in the undeniable unification of a circle, friendships crossing paths where once there had only been the unknown, looking at the faces around us and seeing the familiarity of home, asking each other the deepest questions we could muster because we trusted enough to be answered truthfully. We said “I love you” with the hands we held and the stars we sat under, with the jokes we cracked and the tears we wiped away. And at the end of that sparkling night, we gripped each other tight and said “I love you” in the brisk urgency of our embraces, the knowledge that we had so little time left with the strangers we knew as family.
And this is how we will say goodbye: With tearstained faces and memory-stained hearts, we will hold each other close until time rips us apart. We will go as one from the place we called home to the place that may never be home again, united in our differences and together in our identity. We will say goodbye forever changed, knowing that those who once said hello in an airport far away will never again exist, lost in translation somewhere in a gloomy city where friendships shaped the malleable metal of personality with all the ease of sculpting clay. Above all, we will say goodbye with the knowledge that it is not truly a goodbye, not really, but instead an indication of “Until next time,” an acknowledgement that someday our paths will cross again but right now they can no longer run parallel. And when that moment comes, we will say goodbye with tears pouring down our faces and frantic hugs to forever friends so valuable and special that their worth will never be able to be expressed, and then we will take a deep breath and walk out into the world and when we see someone new, we will say hello.