I’ve just come back from a leaving lunch. One of my colleagues has grasped the bull by the horns and is moving to Italy. Although for him the future is all bright and breezy. For the rest of us work will continue on.
Luke eloquently puts into words how others just feel about friends leaving for foreign climes. We feel with you mate. We were sad when you left London for your return to Oz. We knew you would have a great time when you returned and all but for us it was same old same old.
I’ve had a fair few friends leave recently. Many for places they are unlikely to return from. I was the one leaving (albeit from only 3 weeks holiday) last time and yet the goodbyes at the airport where strained with emotions bubbling under the surface.
I think the sooner they make personal transporters the better. Then we could still meet up for beers that odd wednesday night for old times sake.

One Reply to “Leaving”

  1. It also makes you realise how lame it is when you never meet up with friends who live nearby, doesn’t it? Because y’know, they’re within reach but you don’t realise until they’re not. Ho hum. Life = bitch, etc.

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