Yes, goodbyes are never ever easy.
But, not even getting to say goodbye makes it even harder.
I've never felt so torned from leaving a place and heading back home. Sometimes I wish I could be in two places at the same time or have the power of teleportation to travel between locations in the blink of an eye. Residing in a new place leads to new relationships being built in my social circle, which is why by the end of my time away from home, its not about the destination anymore, but about the friendships, intimacy, and memories that have been established there.
Sometimes timing just has it that you gain some, and you lose some. I just hate the feeling of knowing that some close friends back in Edmonton will be moving away for work or leaving from a visit before I get back. I know its not the end of the world and that our paths will surely cross again, but not knowing the when part really sucks.
As my departure draws near, a rush of nostalgia from my stay here in New York comes flooding, and the sappy me has me holding on tightly to every moment left to embrace. All the while, a growing anticipation leads my heart to go home already to see faces I've dearly missed, and me only wishing I could fly out earlier.
I never learn my lesson do I? I should just stop jet setting and calling cities I travel to and reside in "home" right? I feel I always leave a piece of me behind and when it comes to leaving, it only gets more difficult.
Now I know how my friends feel when I leave. My heart aches. Such bittersweetness.
Home is where the heart is. Wherever that may be.
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