Leaving for College - A Heartbreaking and Bittersweet Experience Essay

Leaving for College - A Heartbreaking and Bittersweet Experience presents to the darktimes we felt alive, heres to the tears we knew youd cry, heres to goodbye, tomorrows gonna come too soon. - Eve 6. Ive heard this song many times before, but it took me so foresighted to finally understand the real meaning behind it. The last dark I spent in Tucson before moving away to college has be to be the most heartbreaking and bittersweet life experience Ive ever had to endure, yet it is also my fondest memory of home. I wanted that night to last forever because I never wanted to see tomorrow come.August twentieth was my last night in Tucson. The last night I had to spend with my family, my friends, and my dog. That would be my last night to spend in my own house, with my own personal bathroom, and a big bed. That would also be my last night to pack all of my important material possessions and and so downsizing because my dorm room probably wouldnt hold everything I thought I needed. The night began with that afternoon at what we call the G.R. Party. This is usually known as a good riddance party. My parents, extended family, and friends pull together together inside my home for my last dinner. All the males were, of course assembled by the grill cooking our wonderful all American feast of hamburgers, barbeque chicken, and hot dogs. Most of the women were mingling with each other, each one about in tears listening to others talk about how hard permit go of their own children would be and fearing the next few days when my friends would be away to different colleges. My friends and I were busy talking amongst ourselves and watching my young cousins dazzle us in the pool with their most recent fall or trick. Finally, someone... ... ever had to do. Who knew it would be so difficult to guide those large number who shaped the person you are today? I had to face the batch that I loved so much and say good bye. I knew I would see them again, but somehow that w asnt a solace thought. The only thing I could seem to think of was how hard it was to leave and how excruciating it felt. This experience has left a huge impression on my life. I realized how much I love my life and the mess in it. I recognized the fact that this was me, growing up and meet an adult. I also finally understood the meaning of family. Even though I was leaving my home of eighteen years, I knew I in time had a wonderful place to return to. That chapter of my life ended beyond perfectly. Although that night was somewhat depressing it was also filled with fun, laughter, and love. It is by far, my favourite(a) memory of home.