I think the hardest part about saying goodbye, is wondering if I’ll ever be missed. Wondering if I made an impact on the lives around me. Wondering, if my presence ever mattered.
The thing is, no one wants to be forgotten. We hope and pray this isn’t it. We say our, “see ya laters” and the usual, ” I’ll come visit,” let’s stay in contact.” I wonder if those phrases are actually words people mean or if it’s all just talk.
I think because I have been hurt so much, I don’t believe any of it. I wish I did, but I don’t. A few weeks ago, I said goodbye to Seattle. I moved back to where I feel God is calling me to be. I truly believe this is the best decision for me. It is not easy, but I can feel it in my heart and soul. I am home and there is nothing wrong with that.