I'll figure out how to be the one left behind

I am sitting here in the JFK airport waiting for a flight still two hours away.  It feels like just yesterday I was taking this picture and yet here we are together going back to Oregon.  My summer has been enriched in a way I didn't know possible.  And while at times waking up at the ass crack of dawn was a pain, it was great to know there was always someone I could talk to.  I am still making plans for the fall and I think, "Rebel will be there" and then I remember that we're gone from Boston and she's not returning with me.  I've done this before, survived a year without OR friends, but I've always been the one that leaves, not the one that gets left.