Farewell is a Hard Word to Say

Sometimes I wish I had been one of those people who never left home, and was content staying in the town she grew up in living among family and friends who have known her forever.

But I'm not. Instead I have been a person who travels, gathering experiences and friends wherever I go.

Yet, I find it difficult to make friends, difficult to trust. Not because of my travelling ways but for numerous other reasons that are difficult to explain or understand. I am shy. I doubt my worthiness as a friend. I don't feel cool enough.  I don't want to intrude. All of these reasons and more make it challenging for me to become close to people.

So when I connect with people in a deep way, I don't want to let them go. And yet, inevitably, the time comes for the next part of journey and I have to say goodbye to people I've only just begun to know. This time is particularly bittersweet, as our stay here has been so short.

While I know I must say goodbye, I hope that the connections I've made in this world continue to grow and strengthen. The people I've met along the way have all become part of my story and I hope that I am still part of theirs.

Farewell my friends from Independence. I will miss you all.

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