And it's goodbye, again

~E~

I recently said goodbye to another friend/coworker, and this one was even harder than the last. I've worked with A for two years and we had a good rhythm going, I think. She, I and the attorney we work with came together amazingly as a team during this crazy Green Card Summer. And I didn't realize how much I thought of her as a friend until she told us she was leaving. It was really hard the first few days when yet again I'd pass her office and -- it was empty. She's off to school halfway across the country and I wish her the absolute best.

A few months ago, I lost another friend/coworker L. I met her when she needed to carpool to work for a couple of months. I have to admit I was looking forward to meeting her because I'd heard her name here and there (one of my team members had a little crush on her), and she seemed like a very cool person. She is. She's funky and smart, and I miss the emails she'd send out a few times a month wondering what our thoughts were on various deep subjects; what books had changed our lives, how this guy could have said what he said to her, where she wanted to go in life and why. Not that we spent WORK time on this stuff... L spent the summer traveling through Europe and is now (maybe?) planning law school halfway across the country in a different direction.

Not long before L left, another pal N left us to live a bohemian lifestyle on the West coast. I met N through L and damn, she's another funky cool female! I have met the best people in this job! She's doing supercool things like organizing music festivals and learning about glass blowing with her boyfriend. If I can't just take off and start life over, I can at least live vicariously through my friends, right?

Thanks to you all for enriching my life so, and I hope I've added something to yours.

What's that phrase about not saying goodbye, but saying so long? or something? I'll simply say (in honor of A) Happy trails to you, until we meet again.


Comments

Laurie Stark said…
Aw, what a nice post. I can't believe A left! That's exciting for her but sad for you. I truly did meet so many amazing people at that job. I can't even begin to express how thankful I am to that company for bringing me to Madison for a period of time. I can't imagine my life if those 2.5 years had been spent elsewhere. It's sad to even think about.
September 11, 2007 at 10:29 PM
West Coast Midwestern said…
Aw, what a sweet tribute. I am truly glad to have known you and do feel like the friends I made was the all-time best thing about Epic.
September 19, 2007 at 7:31 PM
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