It's time to say goodbye, but history never really says goodbye.
History says, 'See you later.'How lucky am I to have known,
to know so many that makes saying goodbye so hard...
It's time to say goodbye to so much. This may not be the
"grandest" of homes nor places as far as many are concerned
me included, but a part of me is heartbroken today as we
say goodbye to Branson and yes for me home. It was
the one place where I felt a sense of belonging.
Life in Branson gave me a purpose, and I leave very sad.
I leave behind too many people I care for and too many
memories. Life in Branson kept me busy and my
mind was always occupied. I leave part of my
heart here. I never expected this to be so difficult.
Arvid and I have moved so many times, something I am
really getting tired of. I have never been attached to any of
the places like I am to Branson. I leave with a heavy heart,
but with the satisfaction that we accomplished, and did
something that will forever be one of our biggest challenges.
It's now time to seek something new again. Time to
move on again. And we sure know how to do that.
Branson will forever be special to me, and I definitely look
forward to going back and seeing everyone next summer.
For now it's goodbye. I will miss you very much, but I have
also learned to keep moving. Our life is a constant move.
We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing
new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps
leading us down new paths. There is truth in it.
Today I am very sad. Tomorrow is a new day,
and we move on. Everyone does. My dad taught me not to
overthink things, that nothing will ever be perfect,
so just keep moving and do your best.
It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are
sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.
It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye
to anything you've done that long is hard...