Few things make me itch more than the idea of leaving things half done or without a definitive ending. In psycho-babble, I crave closure.

I leave for college in exactly a week. I’m spending the next few days attempting to tie up loose ends.
Yesterday was day one. I ran around dropping off presents and chatting with friends. I ran my cell-phone battery dead with the number of phone calls I made. My normal homebody self has plans for every day this week.

But I’m finding that the more I try to tie knots at the ends of the strings, the more dangling threads I have. It’s like a never-ending problem. The more I hear of my friends’ adventures and struggles, the more I want to talk to them.

So, I find myself wondering if it’s possible to tie up all the loose ends. And beyond that, if I even want to? My friendships aren’t things that will come to a quick and tidy place to tie a knot. And the more I think about it, the more I wouldn’t want them too.

I want to always have connections to these people, little dangling threads that will lead me back to them. Which means there’s no closure.

And for once, I’m fine with that.