I hate goodbyes. I'm never good at it. I always try to act cool.. as though everything's okay and that it's a smallll matter. But deep down inside - it's killing me BIG time. Needing to depart from friends, people who are pretty much part of who I am - and people who I have impacted in various ways.. needing to deal with each others absence seems almost unthinkable.

I've been meeting up with friends on and off the last few days after my last day working at ING. Without realising.. it was to be the last time I'd to see them.. for at least for another year.. or longer.

People I know since high school. BB members who gone through tears and sweat. OCFers who I know are not going back to Melbourne. Parents who I've been in the same house since the beginning. Even places where I've travelled, played, learned and grew.

Upon realising what I'd miss - I then realise I'm already missing home (again).

Sigh.

I'm not ready to leave!!!!