The Weird Feeling Before Goodbyes

Two days left... and I’m currently experiencing this weird, unexplainable feeling—like an emotional cocktail with no label on the bottle. Every time I’m about to go through a major “bye-bye” moment, this mystery emotion shows up uninvited, like that one clingy app notification you never asked for.

It’s always the same: when you're about to part ways with a place or people you've seen every single day, suddenly everything feels off. One moment, I'm clocking in like a responsible adult, seeing familiar faces, making awkward small talk in the pantry. The next moment—poof!—I’m out of there like a magician in the final act, and those people become part of my “photo memories” folder.

And here's the funny thing (well, kind of): I always miss them most before I actually leave. Like my brain is already playing a highlight reel with dramatic background music. I guess it's that resistance to change, the emotional equivalent of trying to uninstall a stubborn app. Stepping out of my comfort zone feels like being pushed off a metaphorical couch I've gotten way too comfortable on.

This happens every time I leave a place I’ve stayed in for a while. The last time I resigned, I felt like I was leaving a reality show I didn’t sign up for. I missed everyone... for like a week. Then—surprise!—life returned to normal like nothing happened. It’s as if the whole thing was a short film, directed by “Feelings & Nostalgia Inc.”. The moment I left, it ended. All that's left are the photos, the group chats nobody uses anymore, and the occasional awkward LinkedIn like.

Unless we go out of our way to message each other (which, let’s be real, rarely happens), we might as well be on different planets. It’s wild how fragile human connections are. One side goes silent, and suddenly, you’re just strangers who once shared a WiFi connection.

I’ve always been like that. Not sure why. Not sure how. But I do randomly miss the people who were genuinely kind to me, the ones who felt like human versions of comfort food.

And right now, I already know—I’m gonna miss my supervisor, LS, a lot. He’s been like the office version of a dad: quietly watching over me, protecting me from chaos, and probably shielding me from at least 87 unnecessary tasks. I only found out later. Legend.

His birthday is on 21/4, and I made a secret promise to myself (well, not so secret anymore) to wish him happy birthday every year and update him on where life takes me. Because some bonds deserve that little extra effort.