I am writing to you today from my spot in front of the Mississippi River, about 650 miles away from “home.”

I’ve never been very good at goodbyes, and this time was no different. Actually, I would say that this was probably the worst. A week before Aaron and I were scheduled to leave, Mike decided that he should throw us a going away party or a “see ya later shindig,” as he affectionately titled it. An incredible gesture that I just experienced for the first time in all of my life. No shame, I usually throw my own parties.

Well, actually, there was this one time, as a child, that my mom threw me a surprise party and I hid in the corner the entire time crying… but that is a whole different story. I think I’m still traumatized by it. Come to think of it, she probably is too.

Truthfully, I don’t know how I ended up with such amazing people in my life. I’ve never been the girl with a ton of friends, so you can imagine my surprise when first, someone wanted to throw me a party, and then second, a million people showed up for said party. I never thought the slot for best night of my life would be taken from BSB Concert Night, but the day has finally come.

I’m trying to get through this without getting too emotional. For that reason, I’m going to wrap it up. I love Mike for being sweet enough to throw us a party. I love everyone who was there to say goodbye. I love our family who was spared party invites, because Aaron and I were having an embarrassingly good/drunken time. I miss all of you, and I can’t wait to see you all again.

✌🏻 Amanda

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*disclaimer: drunk >> dark >> selfie stick >> bar photos >> they aren’t good, but they are quality*

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Am I the only one who sobs, regardless of my location, for any/all goodbyes??