Living overseas is a strange endeavour. You meet so many people but everyone is in a near-constant state of transition. Saying goodbye is something you get used to, even if it remains a hard thing to accept in your heart.
People move away, life changes and priorities shift, and you restructure your life around the holes. Sometimes you fill them in, not perfectly-never perfectly-but enough to keep going on, and sometimes the holes don’t get filled but remain a quiet reminder until time and distance shrinks them down to a more manageable size.
But sometimes people come back. And it’s as though no time at all has passed.
^__^ And if you ask me, that’s just short of fantastic.