It won’t be long, now, until I leave Canada for two years. Ten days until the airplane takes off from the tarmac and my family and I go. We’re at that stage where every day has more “good-byes” and “farewells” and “until we see you agains”. It’s weird, and emotionally raw.
I think that the farewells would be easier if I didn’t care, but that’s the point – meaning comes from caring. What I need to remember right now is to have perspective. We’re saying farewell here, but we’ll be meeting and getting to know a whole lot of new people.
For every sunset, there is a sunrise.