We meet them, we like them, we grow close, then they leave. At first it was exciting meeting new people, then it was sort of sad, then it got tiring. I’m not exactly sure what it is now.
You know that feeling of being the new kid? You move, show up not knowing anybody and hope you make friends. My kid goes through this every year but we aren’t the ones moving. Kids appear tough and resilient, but I fear they are not.
We say we will visit, and we do want to, but deep down it feels like yearbook day, “Stay cool, have a great summer, let’s hang out.” The youthful desire and wishful intent is there, but the naiveté is gone; replaced by budgets, schedules, and a touch of defeated sadness.