It's safe to say that as often I've said "I hate everyone" and as anti-social I can be, I have great fondness for the people I do like.
Working in advertising, people come and go very frequently. The average span of a stint at one agency can be as short as a couple years before you feel like you've achieved what you could and you leap to greener pastures in order to continue building your book and receiving accolades.
So we have a lot of goodbye parties. But the problem with that is, although I'm happy for my soon to be ex-colleague, I'm also sad to see the person leave my daily routine/life as I know it. Two years is just enough time for me to know I'm really fond of someone and get truly attached.
Sometimes the person is someone I hardly hung out with outside of work but I just really like them and think they're really great. Occasionally the person is someone I'd gotten really close to and the idea of them leaving sends me into an inner panic attack close to how middle school was when your best friend was absent and you knew you had to eat lunch alone that day.
Tonight I was reunited with a friend who I'd missed terribly in the last month and what she said upon giving me a hug was really apt; "I miss you so much I feel like I need to give you something." I knew exactly what she meant.
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