Never Say Goodbye

In a city as transient as New York, you become accustomed to saying goodbye to friends and loved ones, but the last year and a half has seen some major transitions in my life and I, for the first time in awhile, find myself on unstable ground. When I look at pictures from my 40th birthday a little over a year ago, when ten of my close friends from the city traveled with me to go rafting and exploring in Jim Thorpe, PA, it floors me to see how much this circle has change.

Some have moved across the country, some have moved across the river, some are just traveling, and some are going through significant life changes that have created some distance. 

In the past it had always been I who was saying goodbye and moving on - but now, having lived here in NYC for ten years, it is I who has been left behind. 

The great thing about living here in NYC is that people are always passing through and coming for visits, but as well all know, it's not the same and for the first time in many years I feel... lonely.

I know this will pass, that my friendships will continue to evolve and grow, just any relationship does. But for now, as August of 2015 comes to an end, I truly do feel that summertime sadness.