Tomorrow is my last day at the newspaper. Today they found out they're being sold. Seems I'm on the cuff of the perfect time to leave. But I'm leaving a great bunch of photographers and friends.
Goodbyes are odd. Two short sentences encompass months of experiences.
I'm very lucky.
I feel that I meet fantastic people over and over again. I'm amazed that they flitter in and out of my life. Like Kerouac writes,
I find myself oooohing and aaaahing wherever I go in the brilliant spray of light these people cast over my head.
I learn from every goodbye.
Thank you friends for teaching me.