I sent my friend to the airport as she is leaving Wellington today. She is my closest friend in New Zealand, and we have a lot of sweet memories together. She is now going back to Malaysia after working for a few years in New Zealand.
In the airport I hold my tears because, I do not cry. Many people ask me this question: how am I going to cope with loneliness when my best friend is gone. To be honest, I don’t know. It is a pain when you get used to someone, but suddenly you will be lonely again.
I made a short video as a farewell gift for my friend. It looks quite ugly because I am not expert in making a video. I spent many hours for it yet it looks like a kid’s production! >.< Anyway I think it is a good way to record our memories, and I will watch it again and again whenever I miss her.
I am not a qualified backpacker because I hate to say goodbye. A backpacker should always move on and make new friends. But I couldn’t. Some of my old memories coming out when I was walking on the way back to my car in the airport.
I recalled the time when I leave Malaysia coming to New Zealand, many of my friends asked if I will be back. I said I will be back in a year time, but in the end I didn’t.
I recalled the time when I reach Auckland on the first day of my trip. I met a Korean girl who helped me a lot. She asked me to stay in Auckland with her, but in the end I didn’t.
I recalled the time when I sent someone to bus stop leaving Rotorua after visiting Te Puia, I wanted to offer a goodbye hug, but in the end I didn’t.
I recalled the time when I left Blenheim as well as a group of friends, and then I came to Wellington alone. How wish I want to have more time with them in Blenheim, but in the end I didn’t.
It seems to have much time in life, but in fact we didn’t. Life is too fast and short. What I have learnt is that we must let the person know if we appreciate them, and create more memories together.
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