Goodbye

I'm scared for next year.
Everything is going to change.
Goodbye sleeping in till 8 and getting a ride to York Mills.
Goodbye wasting time in the hallways and joking around with familiar faces in familiar places.
Goodbye grade 12 homework, (which, when compared to University work, will seem like elementary school work) and hello essay after wearisome essay.
Goodbye trusty TTC.
Goodbye Yorkmills and Leslie, the plaza, Mossgrove, Sheppard and Yonge, downtown Toronto, the tree, and all the other places I've gotten to know and love.
Goodbye private gym in my basement that I never use and hot tub that never worked.
Goodbye Hannah, my annoying little sister, who I love all the same.
Goodbye mom and dad. It's been nice hopping back and forth between your homes, but now I'll have a home of my own 2 and half hours away from here.
I'm scared of feeling even more like a visitor in a life where I feel like I'm a visitor already.