I wonder which would be better? To be the one leaving everything behind or to be the one left behind?
I can't vouch for the former, as I am still here from where I was 28 years ago. But as for the latter, there have been far too many of those.
I didn't take the first departure very well. I couldn't accept that someone close have been "ripped" from my life. That we would no longer do the things...