Good-Byes are the Hardest

Now that I've gone beyond being the Interns whom changes lifesytle every four months, from being working at a company to schooling, "work" has a new meaning. Over the past weekend, many intern friends that I've met at work (some of them I knew from school) has finished their work term here in Seattle, and ready to head back home for more schooling.

It's a complicated feeling seeing them go.

1. I feel like I get along closer to the interns than the full timer friends I have here. Somehow, I still am an Intern myself. Now that they are leaving, I feel like work is going to get lonely and boring. Not that I have no other friends here. If anything I have way more non-intern friends than them. But somehow I feel sad.

2. I envy them that they are still in University, and still can hide under the shelter of school. Envy them that how after 4 months, they can go home and leave work. Not that work is bad or anything, but I welcome changes.

3. I don't like saying good-byes

I wonder what the interns think about me who is no longer an intern. I think to myself when I was their age, I enjoyed finishing a work term. Now I am at a company indefinately. Life hit me faster than I wanted. If there is anything they can take away from me is this...."enjoy where you are, because you'll lose it faster than you think".

Not that I don't like where I am. I love where I am. But I do miss the past.