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  • "In Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone."
    - Don Draper, Mad Men

    It's always after the all-nighters, around 7am that the wet weeping on my numb cheeks takes me by surprise. It shouldn't be taking me by surprise any more. I know the telltale indicators of exhaustion and how they expose weakness - feelings of failure and regret.

    Something is different about today, though. Oh, it's 7am alright. And I've surely been up all night.

    But I left that job... No one has any expectations of me, at least not today.

    So then why does it ache? Why today? Puzzling...

    Then as if on cue, epiphany arrives, bringing with it a fresh batch of tissues.

    I'm heartbroken. I miss being a part of their lives. I miss the shenanigans. The commiseration. The sense of accomplishment.

    I miss believing in people.

    And I fear. I fear that although I will never stop learning, that I will never learn how to say goodbye.
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