Done

Today she left. One by one she walked down the three flights of stairs. She never once took the elevator. She's proud of that. When she reached the bottom she turned around and took a deep breath, put on her sunglasses, and walked confidently out to her car. It had been a good experience. She had met amazing people. It didn't turn out as she had planned, but that no longer mattered.
The going away party they threw her was perfect; big enough to make her feel appreciated, but small enough that she wasn't embarassed. They ate fruit salad and talked about her future plans. They asked her to stay in touch. They think she's on to great things. She does, too.
Tonight she will celebrate with dinner at her favorite Thai restaurant and an evening with a boy of whom she can never get enough.
She's never been good at goodbyes, and as she prepares for her last week in this city she knows that the coming week will not be full of goodbyes, but celebrations. Celebrations for the sunshine and laughter that filled her summer, and for the people she has waiting for her when she returns to what has become her home.