LeaViNG

The older one grows, the tougher it gets to cope with change. All the years of familiar habit and routine get upturned. What kept you safe and comfortable may not keep you safe and comfortable any longer. And you are left with that sense of being lost, being alone.

As I prepare to go away, I am struck by what I have accumulated over the last 10 years. Things. Many things. Big things. Small things. Important things. Irrelevant things. And people. School friends. Work friends. Friends who picked me up along the way. Friends with whom I have developed such a close bond that saying goodbye, even if temporary, chokes me.

Leaving the second time round feels much harder.
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