I recently received an e-mail from the mother of one of my daughters' closest friends. She told me that they are moving before the school year begins. My heart sank. I wasn't sure how to tell my daughter. She adores this sweet friend; she has largely been surrounded by boys her entire life and was beyond delighted to meet this little friend in school this year. My daughter walked in the room a few minutes later and I told her the news. She lowered her head and drew close to me. I was so sad for her. We cried together, sorrowing for the loss of one of her favorite friends.
The topic came up again and again during the following days, her concerns about other friends moving, when we would be moving again, how far away her friend was moving and why. It suddenly struck me one day that we had never had friends move away from us - we have always been the ones moving away. We have moved often during the years of my husbands' undergrad studies, medical school studies, internship, and residency training.
And, we will be moving again.
I decided in that moment that it must be easier to move, to leave others behind, than to be the ones left behind. But, subsequently, I have changed my mind. I believe it is always hard to be separated from others, those whom we have grown close to, the people that have made our lives a little easier and a lot better, those that have brought happiness and enjoyment to our daily lives, ones we have learned to depend on and give of ourselves to, friends we will never forget.
Yes, it is always hard to say goodbye - no matter which end you are on.