One of the hardest things about working abroad is the rate at which people come and go.
There are 5 foreign teachers at my school, and so far the other 4 have all left, and been replaced by 4 more.
On one hand I’ve met 8 people, which is wonderful. They have been, for the most part, pretty cool.
On the other hand, I have had some very sad and teary goodbyes. One of which happened yesterday.
It’s rare to feel such a strong connection with someone in such a short amount of time, but it happened to me, and I’m so sad that they’re gone.
Now they live halfway across the world, and it seems like forever and a day until I’ll get to see them again. But I remind myself that I have formed a lifelong friendship, and this means that no matter where we are, we will find a way to meet again.
Sharing a friendship, a connection, is beautiful. Beautiful in the sorrow of parting, for it reminds us how much we cherish each other. And beautiful in the joy we feel in greeting them after so long. I am so lucky to have met the people I have, and that is what keeps me going in a life of comings and goings.