Goodbyes

I don’t do goodbyes.

Those who are close to me know very well that I don’t cope with them. The thought of saying goodbye to the people I love is making me well up just writing this.

I turn into a puffy, snivelling, blotchy mess, incapable of straining together a coherent sentence.

Because it’s hard. Extremely hard to hug someone that you love and know you’re not going to see them again for a very long time.

So, if you are reading this and get offended that I don’t come and see you before I leave, don’t take it personally.

Chances are I will have just quietly and sneakily left.