Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

It has been profoundly weird these last few months watching the "about to emigrate" conversations and preparations happen to people who aren't me. I have never been as close to anybody who did this before me or since.

These two are close enough that they've been staying here for the last few days before they go, and I have some big feelings when they left for the airport this morning. It's similar in lots of ways but different in lots too, all the differences are for the better and I'm really happy for these guys but I'm sad for my younger self.

I'm making sure to make space for sadness so it doesn't turn into resentment of some lovely people who aren't living their lives at me. I think I'm doing an okay job.