Good byes

I avoid good byes. They are (almost?) always sad, even if on another level they are also happy, exciting occasions. I steel myself for the hugging and promises to get together in the hours and moments leading up to the moment. Then I walk away without looking back, but I'm always thinking of all the other good byes I have been through in the past. Facebook and Skype and such have made parting less final and more bearable, for which I am grateful. However, that doesn't change the fact that I will miss our close friends who are moving back to the States tomorrow.