Good-bye New York City

"There is nothing permanent except change." Heraclitus

I am so awkward at saying good-byes. By now, I should be decent at it, but every time I have to say good-bye to someone for an extended period of time, first I get all panicked. Is it appropriate to hug or should I just shake their hand? Then, I get a little emotional. When will I see them next or will I ever see them again? So this makes me re-think the whole hug or shake hands ordeal. I'm sure you feel awkward after just reading this.

I've had to do this recently. By "this" I mean saying good-bye to people that mean a lot to me. People that have loved me through the thick and thin of it all. It's hard, harder than I thought. I've always been the kind of person to thrive from change. Maybe it's the adventure part of it. The thing is though, sometimes adventures turn out to be this exciting endeavor and sometimes, well sometimes it just crashes and burns.

So aside from good-byes and unknowns, the thing about change is that its constant. Things fall apart, people leave, opportunities arise, love happens. It's about changing. It's like a circle, never ending. Change is progress, which means there is always hope for something better. I love thinking that tomorrow will be better than today. Not just for me but for everyone.

So, here's to change! It's hard, but I'm hopeful.