transition

How do I say goodbye to my bedroom?
I am scared. I am scared.
A new world is opening up to me in
just
a few
days.

And it's not like I can turn back now.
Not that I would, if I could -
but I'm just afraid.
How do I say goodbye to my kitchen?

It's not like I'm leaving forever but
it's just that I'm reaching the last few years
where this will really be "home".
How much of a "home" can it be,
when I'm living away from it
for the better part
of seven months a year?

When I come back,
I'll have a new neighbor.
I've never not known someone
on my street.
Couldn't things here just stay exactly
as they are
while I go away?

I thought I was ready.
I was so, so prepared.
But as it gets closer and closer I just want
to curl up on my comforter and cry.
But I have too many people to see.

How can I fit so many people,
so many places,
and so many goodbyes
in such a small span of time?

I've kept myself too busy to cry but
I don't know how long I can keep it up.

How do I say goodbye to my most comfortable corner of the world?