Leaving Time

The leaving is always the hardest part.

The part right after that is hard, it's sad and heavy and it'll take some time for the fog to pass.

But the act of leaving, of saying goodbye and walking out the door for the last time and leaving your key card behind since you won't be needing it anymore, that is hard.

Saying goodbye and knowing you might very well not keep in touch. Saying things like, "I'll stop in to say hi when I'm back in the neighborhood" but knowing that might never happen.

It's only been a year at this job but I like these people. They're good people and as each day passes which brings me closer to my last here it gets a little more sad. They'll all carry on their day to day and I'll be trudging around Europe trying to find myself as if that's where I lost myself.

I know I'll get through it and this job will soon be only a blip on my resume, but I do think I'll miss these people more than some other jobs I had.

Such is life. Lol.