The great thing about our lifestyle is you get to meet so many people you otherwise wouldn’t. You make friends with those you would otherwise never have met. Sometimes you meet people at just the right time, and you know you’ll always be friends. You have just the right amount of things in common. Just the right blend of humour and support to make a difficult time pass easier, and good times more enjoyable.
The awful thing about our lifestyle, is that for every on of these Hellos, these new friends we welcome into our hearts, there is an inevitable Goodbye, looming menacingly in the distance. Somehow, I don’t know how, we get through it. The price we pay for every friend or loved one is to have another little piece of our heart beating at a distance. We tell ourselves it is okay, because one day we’ll visit and find that tiny morsel of ourselves in tact, ready to be close again. As much as we can logically prepare, goodbyes still hurt.
Last week we said goodbye too prematurely to my friend B, and Pudding’s friend E, who have now returned to England. I miss them both terribly, though I’ve spoken online to B almost every day. Pudding doesn’t fully understand. She asks to go to E’s house, and when I reply that she is gone to England, she responds that she wants to go too. If only it were that simple. I take solace in the fact that an introduction to moving away now will help pave our way to preparing Pudding for our move across the globe, just six months from now.
The smiles in those pictures from my Wordless Wednesday post today belie how much we miss them. I smile at the Hello that brought them into our lives six months ago, and gave Pudding a taste of true friendship. I put the pictures up this morning and Pudding came over to look, asking again to go and visit E. Again I told her we’d said goodbye, and she was gone to England. I want to go to England. Don’t want to say goodbye, want to say hello, she asserted. So do I, kid. My pieces there add up to a lot of heart, and it is growing all the time.