Farewell , my friend ~
Spending 11 years away from home a different city, a different life. First as an architecture student finding my footing, then as someone slowly building a career in an office, until the day I finally made my way back.
In those years, I met people I never expected to keep. We shared late nights, difficult days, and the kind of ordinary moments that only feel significant in hindsight, meals at tables like this one, conversations that stretched past midnight, the comfortable mess of people who feel like home.
We're still close. Just scattered now, pulled in different directions by life, by work, by the paths we each had to take.
This piece takes me back to all of it. The stillness of a room after everyone's left. The warmth that lingers even when the people don't.
Some farewells don't announce themselves, you only recognize them later.
