Its such a bitter sweet feeling saying goodbye.
In some ways I am excited to get back to Canada, and whatever that awaits, which I hope is good. But the other part of me is fucking terrified and sad to leave because this is my home. I am leaving behind my family and C and I do not feel ready.
Its hard saying goodbye when you do not know when next you are going to be back.
Its hard saying goodbye when this may be the last time you see someone, before they die.
Its hard saying goodbye when you can’t predict the future.
But I have to. I have to go back to Canada.
So see you on the other side.