Don't Follow My Lead

In a weird Survivor-type game, now I stand alone, waiting to depart into the unknown.

At first a friend of mine, wanted to say goodbye, and we did.  About a month ago.  One person of the list, the first of many goodbyes to come. 

One of the sites I managed, and I took a special liking too.  One of my favorite place to help out at, they say goodbye to me when we thought would be our last time that I would be doing on site help. They gave me a small notebook that I’m taking with me to write my thoughts offline or for something more private.   I liked that office.

Then my co-workers gave me a goodbye, it felt like a 1,000 goodbyes spread out over my last week at work.  I’ve been so busy since I quit my job, that I haven’t even realized what is like to wake up in the mornings and not go to work.   Only reason why I know I don’t work, is because it feels like there’s a virus in my bank account, all the money coming out, no more coming in.  I’ll miss their jokes, and their banter.  Specially when we picked on the “new” guy.

My Ultimate Frisbee friends also join in, in the goodbyes, they planned for a pot luck at one of the player’s house.  It was a happy filled night among them.  Every Sunday morning that I knew I would go play Frisbee, it was the best day of the week.  My church.  My weekly Christmas morning.

Afterwards came my Providence friends, my girlfriend planned on a surprise get-together at one of my favorite restaurants in the city.   We reminisce, we talked, and we spend the night, like if we were going to meet again the week after.  Afterwards we went to watch the latest Game of Thrones.   No real fanfare, the way I like it.

Now we were down to Sarah and her family.   The hardest goodbye without a doubt was her 4 year old niece.  Since the moment we met, we basically got along, and I love to bother her.  She became my sous chef, even allowing her near the stove to cook chicken and stir the foods. 

I already asked her in the past, so I knew how hard it would be.

As I’m packing my stuff and ready to head out the door….

Her:  “Uncle Roberto don’t go.”
Me, holding back tears: “I have to go, but I’ll be back.”

Not going to lie, I’m going to miss that little sweetheart.   And without a doubt, I already want to go back just to see her.

Lastly, me and my girlfriend Sarah left to NYC to spend some quality time together before we said our goodbyes.  All I have to say is I’m a lucky man to have met such a strong woman to allow me to do this trip.  I love her for that and many other reasons.  I’ll see you soon sweetheart.  Is only a see you later.