Saying Sayonara

I'm going to be writing a lot about moving and change, but for the last two days I've been saying sayonara to the people I've been working with the past three years. It's not the first time I've ever said goodbye. I moved away to Akron when I was 18 and said goodbye to my high school friends. I left Akron five years later and said goodbye to all my college friends. When I left for Japan I said goodbye to the people I had been working with, who weren't my friends, but were good people. I've left jobs before, the one I had in Mie for two years, and said goodbye. The other jobs I left and sometimes see people I know, but not often enough. Three years and now I'm saying sayonara again. This time because I'm actually going far away and will never see them again.

That's a strange thought. When I say goodbye to my parents I know I will see them again. But the people I've worked with these last few years, I may never see again. I have to wish them a happy life, especially my students, I will never see again. We were in each others lives for such a short time and now it's over. I will never see them again, unless they become famous movie stars because if they're famous rock stars I'll probably never know, I mean it's Japan rock, I don't anything about that really. Unless they become the next Kyari Pamyu Pamyu then I'll see them again.

This is just the beginning. I still have a month and a half left until the real goodbyes begin.