One of the friends who left town in June came for a visit this weekend. We had a fantastic time, swiming at her hotel’s pool, hanging out having lunch, drinking coffee. But today I had to say goodbye again, and it was almost harder than the first time.
As I headed back to work I choked back tears. Last time I didn’t know what work would be like without her there. This time there was no doubt. Work without her is not fun. I’ve lost my edge and my motivation. It used to be fun, but now it’s just work.
As I settled back to work I got a text message from my friend. “I can’t come back again. It’s too hard,” she wrote. Last time when she left I knew she would be back soon. Now I don’t even have that to comfort me.