I’ve never enjoyed goodbyes, going out of my way in a lot of cases to avoid them. I’ve quietly left my share of parties out of a handy side door to avoid making a spectacle of my exit. I sometimes struggle with things coming to an end; I seem to be predisposed to moments of suspension, that feeling of being split between the past and the future and the uncomfortable introspection that it brings. The night before I graduated high school, my best friend and I sat on the tailgate of his truck into the wee hours of the morning, talking and trying to come to grips with the change that was unavoidably coming.
UNC Basketball: Facing Change
