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On saying Goodbye…

Remember that song by Elton John? Which went something like “Sorry seems to be the hardest word“.

For me, sorry is easy. Goodbye, on the other hand, is bloody hard. Especially when it’s a long one.

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And I had to say goodbye today. To my friend CB. Who left for the UK for work. For how long, we don’t know. CB came to Sydney the same year as I did. From Italy. We met thanks to Awho I mentioned previously visited me earlier this month. CB is exactly 11 months younger than me and we became good friends more so after I graduated from uni. What makes it harder about her leaving is not knowing if she can ever come back to Sydney for good. Because, you see, she was here over the last 3 years or so on a work visa. Not a permanent resident. She is not fond of the UK. But for advancing in her career, had to take this opportunity.

It’s not the first time I’ve said goodbye.

After all, I did say goodbye to friends when I left Bombay to make a life for myself here in Australia. But I don’t know…it didn’t hit me that hard. Perhaps because I was the one leaving and looking towards exciting prospects. And also perhaps I knew I would be visiting given my family is still in India. This time though, I’m the one left behind {Not that I would want to go to London!} And like I said before, I don’t know if she will return for good despite wanting to.

I know I have my other friends. But with CB, I think one of the bonds we shared was that neither of us have family here or a group of high school and primary school friends here. Unlike my other lovely friends. CB is also the only one of my unmarried friends who knows what it’s like to not live with your parents and to have flatmates and bills. She’s the one I went to most concerts with given our similar taste in music. Henceforth, unless it’s Linkin Park, I may just have to go alone.

I know I previously said that this news of her leaving was bittersweet.

Tonight, after seeing her off at the airport, I’m just sad.

Sad that I will no longer be able to tell her random everyday things.

Sad that I can’t ask her if she wants to catch up on the weekend if I’m going through a rough patch.

Sad that I won’t be able to listen to her stressors and anxieties with such ease.

Sad that I won’t see her for a long time.

I have wished her luck. And I still do.

But that doesn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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9 Comments

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    shail
    December 15, 2012 at 10:26 pm

    Goodbye is hard when a dear friend is leaving for another place.

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      Psych Babbler
      December 16, 2012 at 7:56 am

      Tell me about it Shail! I never realised it when I left. I think when you are the one leaving, you are excited about what awaits you. But if you are left behind, well, it’s hard!

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    shail
    December 15, 2012 at 10:26 pm

    Goodbye is hard when a dear friend is leaving for another place.

    • Reply
      Psych Babbler
      December 16, 2012 at 7:56 am

      Tell me about it Shail! I never realised it when I left. I think when you are the one leaving, you are excited about what awaits you. But if you are left behind, well, it’s hard!

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