Things are starting to come to a close. I said goodbye to one of my supervisors tonight - I think I introduced him as Frenchy at one point in time. I'm going to miss that man. He was always supportive, and one of the only people where I felt like I could be myself around. I'm sad, but I know I will stay in touch with him. He gave me good advice, which is not to be afraid to not fight sometimes. Part of me wanted to get a little defensive saying, "Do you know why I left!?" But I understood what he was saying - no matter where I go, I'm going to run into problems. Sometimes you just have to judge and let them push you where you need to go. I totally get that, and learned that a lot at The Farm. It'll always be a part of life.
The other piece he said to me when I told him I was sad was that when you leave a place, no matter if you are happy or sad about it, there is a little piece of you that dies. That hit home to me. Because no matter how excited I am to leave this job and this town, no matter how much I know that I did the right thing for myself, there are people I'm going to miss. There are parts of the job I'm going to miss. There are hopes I had that didn't come true. So a little piece of myself does die. For some reason I think that's quite beautiful - proof of a heart.
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