I’ve always been the one who moves. Every few years I pack up and leave. Go to someplace new, some place exciting. We meet new people, we make new friends, we find a new lifestyle, a new routine… And people ask- don’t you miss home? Don’t you miss friends and family? Don’t you find it difficult to have to make new friends?
Truth is… It’s not too bad moving. Because everything you face is new, and exciting… You don’t give much thought about what you left behind. So many new things to explore, so many new friendships to make. So no, it’s not so hard to be the one who moves away. (Where is home anyway…?)
But what if you’re the one who got left behind? If a close friend picks up their bags and leave to someplace new and exciting. And they tell you they will miss you, but you’re the one stuck here.
The routines you used to share, the friends you used to hang out with, the places you used to go… Nothing has changed, except for one thing: The person isn’t here.
And that makes all the difference.
So which is harder?
To leave, or to be left behind?