You’d think that doing something again and again and again would make you good at it.
Or at least, make it easier.
But the truth is, there’s one thing that never gets any easier.
No matter how many times you do it, no matter how many times you practice.
Saying goodbye never gets easier.
As someone who has been traveling/nomadic/free-spirited for the better part of the last ten years, I am no stranger to saying goodbye.
I’ve met, crossed paths with, traveled with, hundreds, if not thousands of people.
If I’m being honest, I probably don’t remember most of them.
But some, some make an impact.
Some make it hard to say goodbye.
Some make you wish for more time, for another day, another few hours, just another coffee, another walk in the park —
I admit, I’ve cried many times saying goodbye in the past ten years.
Maybe not in front of …
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