Sometimes you have to leave the things you love the most.
It’s my last night in Missoula. The house is cleaned, the truck is packed. I’m tired from driving back from my climbing trip, but have a few more miles to go. I don’t have the energy to type out all of the emotion coursing through my veins.
I’m grateful to be with some of my closest friends as I cast off, but leaving them is a double edged sword. I’m excited to work again, to explore a new place, to embrace the hustle and bustle of the city. And I’m scared. Of the bigness. Of losing the familiar smallness, of forging new friends, and breaking all of my patterns.
Scared of leaving this place that has felt more like home than any place that I have been so far.
Four years ago, I was in a very similar place. In the cycles of life, tipping past midnight will never be comfortable. And it is always necessary.
Eloquently expressed, Skander. In going forward, you will not be losing your past friends (who you will continue to communicate with and see as opportunity allows), but gaining new ones to enrich yourself and them. “To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, today is big with blessings.”