Exit, Stage Left
Yesterday, my good friend Bernard threw a despedida bash, before he heads off to Singapore. Just this morning, my good friend Nash texted me to say that it’s her last day in the Philippines before she moves to Canada. For the first time in my life, I felt all choked up: in a few short days, even I would have to say goodbye to people close to me.
It doesn’t have to be this way: had I not been confronted with the realities of life, I would have absolutely no reason to say out loud my least-favorite word in the English language. Every goodbye is a life-changing experience that requires you to start over.
And over. For every “goodbye” you make, you have to say “hello” to at least ten other people.