The Land of the Leaving
I live an expat life. …which is, for most parts, a very good life.
But it is a huge task to attach and detach to the friends, mostly in the expat circle, that you meet upon arrival and during your stay –
who then have to pack up and leave again – sometimes without much warning.
…that is if you don’t leave before them…
It is a roller coaster of making friends and seeing them off
…. ALL THE TIME…..
Sometimes there is not even enough time to get to know the other person all that well.
You just know that you truly like somebody and that you wish you could have had more time to get to know that person.
Tonight, yet another friend left..
One of those people who just makes the world a better place to live in.
Someone who just makes everybody have more fun when she is in the room.
We will all miss her. And that is where I got stuck – in the “missing” part…. in how “empty” it is going to be at the next lunch when she is not there anymore….
But then, in saying goodbye – her departing words to me was not – I will miss you….
but “I am so glad I met you !”
And again, it showed me her enlightening spirit – seeing things the way she sees it.
And that reminded me of a key part of this life again
“I am less sad that I have to leave, than to have never come to this place
I am more happy to say farewell than to have never been introduced.”
The people we meet and the ways in which everyone teaches me things about this life and about myself and influences the way I see the world and live my life makes this process have both power and meaning.
I live in the LAND of the LEAVING.Ilze