I am not very good at farewell, or saying goodbye…
It was all planned and well, our departure to UK this September. Aldo goes to Newcastle University Business School and I will continue my current job as Editor/Analyst for our office in Jakarta. Business as usual.
But that morning after I finished my morning assignments and emailed them to colleagues (with Jakarta-London time difference struggle), I received an email…. that made me take this decision. I am leaving the company…for good.
Now I have just sent the goodbye emails to colleagues, managers, and directors. It sounds professional and mature. But I have friends too…those who share my excitement and passion while I was working there. Although the some conditions made my excitement and passion for the job wear off, they are still my friends. And I am tongue-tied and finger-tied how to share this bad news, when I am coming back to Indonesia next year, I am not coming back to them.
But I need to do it…maybe after I post this blog post.
Favorite Hello and Hardest Goodbye(s)
Plural there. Like BIG “S” if I can.
What it seems like just a several-months or years living overseas, I experience it like a life-changing roller coaster ride. New school, new challenges, new language, new people….with exciting new adventures and heart-wrenching homesick. I cannot be grateful enough for all the blessings and opportunities that I have. But it is also with blood and tears, and with all the reverse culture shock afterwards.
And I ready to start it all over again. To drop everything and start a new life.
By the last three months, I have tried my best to bid goodbyes to everyone…best friends, colleagues, family, big extended families… I said to myself, “Oh…don’t worry, I am coming back, I just another year. I will see you again.” While hugging them one last time and holding my tears. Hard.
It turns out not really good for my health, I threw up, lost my hair horribly, and generally sick. I thought I am a seasoned traveler, I thought I will be spared from sadness and having people coming and go from my life. But I was wrong… I should have embraced it.
There are things I wanna say, things that break my heart and their hearts when I bid my farewell. And that is okay.
New Life in Newcastle
So this time, when unexpected things happen that force me to take the decision to resign from my company, I should do myself and my friends justice. If words don’t cover it, maybe my gesture will do…make me feel relieved and ready to embark to new journey beyond…here from Newcastle.