The first goodbyes

It’s never easy to say goodbye. You never know what to say, how to act, and you know it’s the last thing people will remember from you. But usually, if you’re lucky enough, you don’t get to do it that often.

For me, this is it. A week before my travel begins, and in a context when I don’t know yet if I’m coming back, I have to say goodbye to my family and friends. Some of them, I won’t be able to tell them how much they mean to me. Some of them, I want to squeeze them so hard as to nearly imprint myself on them so that they will know how much I love them and they will hopefully not forget me. So yes, as I was saying in this note, this is one of the sad moments.

And, as the title hints, this is just the beginning. As I will not stay too long at the same place this whole year, there will be a lot of goodbyes along the way. But I figure, for that many goodbyes, there will be that many welcomes. Whether it’s just “Welcome”, or “Welcome home”, or “Welcome back”, I know that with every sad moment of goodbye, I will be granted the same amount of warm times, be it with the same people or not.

So to all the world travellers around the world, I ask this question: how were your goodbyes? Tearful? Joyful? Hopeful?

NB: as promised, I updated my Impossible list with two more objectives, because this year is going to be the year when anything is possible. I know there will be so much freedom and so many choices ahead of me, I feel like I'm in this comic, where I could live out of my hobby (be it dance, or music, or anything I like, or more accurately, anything I want)