I suck at goodbyes. I hate them. But then again, who really likes them, right?
I like to pretend that the goodbyes will never come. You know, just push the thought completely out of my head until that very moment when that particular goodbye pops up out of nowhere and seemingly takes me by surprise. I mean, I knew it was lurking there in the shadows waiting to jump out at me, but denial is my favorite way to deal with goodbyes.
Either way, just as the bittersweet end of summer sneaks up on you, goodbyes inevitably sneak up on you too. Especially in a ski town. A ski town where the majority of the population is made up of seasonal workers that come to shred the winter away and then move on to the next stop on the wild ride of their life.
Goodbyes have been the theme of the last two weeks. Goodbyes to people that will never know how much they’ve changed my life. Goodbyes to people that took me on an unbelievable amount of adventures and opened my eyes to activities I never, in my wildest dreams, thought I’d be able to check-off my bucket list. Goodbyes to people that tested my patience and my resolve. And let me tell you, goodbyes are exhausting.
But in the midst of all these goodbyes, hellos to new recruits, new friends, new partners in crime are on the horizon. It’s a tricky balance out here, juggling all the hellos and goodbyes. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that when one fantastic person comes and goes, often times another is arriving in their place. Not necessarily to take their place, but to continue the first person’s legacy in your story. You just have to stay one step ahead of the curve and understand that while people come and go, a goodbye isn’t necessarily forever. Sometimes it’s just a “til I see you again”.