as I sit in my bed with two weeks left til my departure..
I can do nothing but remember.
This time it’s different.
In the beginning I counted down the days in anticpation of getting done with what was and not considering the outcome of what would happen.
And in my misguided path of searching for something to call my own, I fell upon much greater aspects of a new life with people I never knew could affectingly make me feel loved.
This place has become more than a job, more than the just because.. I have something so real here and it saddens me to have to say goodbye. But as time is never set to go back, I have to press forward knowing I can find security and acceptance wherever. With hope, by chance, I shall stumble upon yet another opportunity worth creating lasting moments to remember and look back on and smile and laugh and cry.
this is my goodbye.