It’s not goodbye. It’s farewell.
Goodbye is so final. Farewell is a wish for return. It’s not permanent. It’s a transition. A passing phase. A new beginning. And that’s what this is.
It’s hard to imagine living in another country, as we sit here. Right here, right now. But that’s what we are doing. We don’t speak the language. We don’t know the customs or traditions and it all feels so… well, foreign.
The last few weeks have been consumed by goodbyes, well, farewells. Friends. Coworkers. Family. Sad and happy. Anxious and confused. Exciting and freeing. We will miss this life. We will miss our routine. We will miss our friends. We will miss our scene. And that’s why we go. To mix it up and see what’s out there. So farewell and be well. Until we meet again.
“Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul”.
– Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia