I’ve written about this before; about how I tend to have to say goodbye to a lot of people. I am a wanderer, and I believe that because of my wanderlust I tend to attract other people who love to travel and explore too. I love that, but the downside to it is that my life as a mom makes me a bit more stuck in one place than most wanderers.
So this often results in me making new relationships with people who at some point or other moves on to their next destination. And no matter how much I would’ve loved to maybe join, I can’t.
So that’s how I’ve ended growing very accustomed to saying goodbye and watch people leave.
But sometimes, those goodbyes are not forever. Sometimes I get to say hello to them once again, and it’s a bittersweet thing.
To see them, to hug them, to actually be able to have them next to me again, it is the most wonderful thing.
Knowing that it often comes with a Deja Vu like feeling of having to say goodbye once more, it can be so sad and painful.
But I am grateful for the time that I get with the person, no matter how short, and I know that every encounter shapes me and the life that I lead. Sometimes it even ends up pushing me in a direction that I never saw coming.
Some days though, I can’t stand the goodbyes, the waves and the backs of the people walking out of my life.
One day, it would be nice to have someone coming into my life with the intention of staying. Someone to go on adventures with, instead of watching them going off on their own.