The Problem with Goodbye Parties: vol. 5


An extended version of this piece will be published by Longreads in July 2019. In the meantime, an excerpt:

On the day of my goodbye party, I was so scattered that I left my apartment on the coldest day of the month without a coat. Cold air ripped through my body. With my mental energy devoured by moving, I embarrassingly forgot many people who I invited, so every guest who walked through the door made me light up like I’d been chosen from the audience of “The Price is Right.” I stood by the bar while our growing party waited for a table, nervously shifting my weight from side to side, picking my nails (trying not to bite them), feeling lonely among my favorite people. I uncomfortably made small talk when I wanted to do what I do best- find out how people are feeling and talk about the deeper parts of life.