One of the hardest thing is to say, “good-bye.”

It breaks my heart into a million pieces (over exaggeration, I wouldn’t be typing this if any of it was literally true).

After eight plus moves, I still can’t say I am a pro at this skill.

Every single move feels like I am doing it for the first time, and yes believe me each moves comes with a new set of challenges.

But what I want to convey here is that a place is just a place, until you find the “right company.”

Friends make your heart ache when the time arrives, but hope for finding new friends is the silver lining in the dark, black, stormy, fluffy cloud.

(Will miss you, ladies.)