When you leave a place...
We are all mentally ill. We all overstate our importance. We have this idea stuck in our head that when we leave a place for any of the myriad reasons for moving on that somehow our departure is going to greatly alter the trajectory of the lives of everyone around us... as if the people attached to us will lose all meaning to their lives and not know how to cope with US going away.
A word of advice... get over yourself. Nobody cares as much as you think they do. Chances are the teary goodbyes and awkward silence are gone the second you leave and they get a notification on their phone that someone direct messaged them on twitter.
Out of Sight, Out of Mind. The sooner you understand that concept, the sooner you will MAYBE cut out the long, drawn out goodbyes and just go.
This may seem as sharply pointed criticism, BUT this happened to me when I left New York for Las Vegas too... and 6 months later nobody cared. We are all mentally ill...











